A boy I remember once sat on a curb,
On a warm, sunny, day over forty years ago I say.
Listening to the airplanes going by, fly so high,
Hands rested on his face, a street and a place far away.
He would stare from where he sat, a thinking child,
I remember him well when he lost that smile.
A car that no longer moved, the life in it lost,
Now the memory of a man whom sat at the wheel.
A place and a street that exists till this day,
A curb where once a boy no more dreamed and played.
What has faded now is a man and a car,
A boy whose aged more than a father whom at one time
Carried him on his shoulders.
Now from the trees, only a shadow on a curb you’ll see,
A memory of a boy whom sat and stared at a car driven
by a father whom he can no longer see.