012 – Reflections of Childhood (My Italian Neighborhood)

As age quickly descends a curtain closing the end of day
I reflect on the moments spent in childhood at play
A longing to return home a place where my dreams always seem to roam

The smells of the burning autumn leaves
The smells of the kitchens thru the open windows
The sight of the iceman, the vegetable wagon, the shoemaker with his rolled up sleeves
The smell of the city buses as they roll on by
The mothers with their supper cry
Are cherished thoughts of days gone by

We’d sit on the stoop cloaked in innocent youth, dare not a care in the world
Our thoughts always the same
Our lives lived for only just that moment
A childhood game
We shared each other’s desires
We shared each other’s thoughts
A closeness everyone sought
Nothing it seemed could break the bond of that friendship we so depended upon
A lasting that enveloped our days and nights
Never was there a moment of doubt that we would ever be without

But time could be rewarding,or time could be cruel everyone has to play by the rules
Puberty robs us of our innocent play, as life entraps us in so many ways
Looking thru bars, as fate leads us on ,fate is all we have to depend upon
Our destiny mapped out in the soul of our being
Predestination is what our tired eyes are seeing
Born into nurturing arms, living to survive, all that God should be glorified

As age quickly descends a curtain closing at the end of day
I reflect on the moments spent in childhood at play
Though friends are gone, all to the grave, our destinies our traveled on roads forever paved
For somewhere in eternity we will share each other’s desires share each other’s thoughts
A closeness everyone sought
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“I never had friends later on
Like the ones I had
When I was twelve,
Jesus,does anyone?”

The last words of  Gordie on his computer
“Stand by me”(1986)

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