KICK THE CAN
Children at play, remember back when, a Summer day,
Saturday and Sunday were always the best, did not have to rest.
Time passes by as the magic is taken from our eyes, days drift by,
Hunting for pollywogs, jumping rope, running through the sprinklers,
Kick the can, running with childhood friends until a hot day does end.
Can’t run fast anymore, hide and seek is that but an almost lost memory,
Kick that can! down the street, I think of you, girls and boys from yesterday.
Is age only a number? don’t let yourself grow so old, think back to once a child,
Magic waits for you, close your eyes and listen for the laughter, a child’s smile.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Amazing. How I miss the days of childhood, being carefree, and also being able to go out.
Thanks for reading. And I go out every day.
That’s amazing. We have a lockdown in my country so we’re not allowed to go out for now. Hope this COVID-19 situation improves soon.
I was thinking about being a kid. take care. So many people in the united states are ignorant. Life is a little different right now and they all whine.
On Fri, May 15, 2020 at 10:17 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Keith, this poem takes me back to my childhood back in Montana. During the summer, we never wanted to be home inside until we absolutely had to. I can still hearing my Mom calling out to my brothers and I to come inside.
I think of my childhood friends, some are gone.
On Sat, May 16, 2020 at 3:55 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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