Before The Age
Before The Age
From my front porch I watch them play
And travel back to my youthful days
I laughed and ran with agility
When I was young, all was possibility
From my front porch I sway and rock
Minutes are swift upon the old clock
Time goes by as I watch them play
I smile with thought of my youthful days
From my front porch I watch girl with beau
Hand in hand along the street they stroll
I’m taken back to a different time
When I was his and he was mine
From my front porch I watch the m play
And travel back to my youthful days
By Rita Kay Webb
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