The Old Neighborhood

 

Copyright © 2020 by a.j. Lombardi all rights reserved.

 

The old neighborhood I remember it well

Oh, the stories that she could tell

 

Backyards, streets, fields and lawns

Some still there but most are gone

 

We played with vigor we laughed and cried

We had some fights, but no one died

 

The mailman, the barber, a penny candy store

Some good old memories but there no more

 

We played outside into the night

A shooting star zooms out of sight

 

Girls with dolls and boys with bats

Little kids with cowboy hats

 

The cranky neighbor stay off his lawn

The lawns still there and he’s all gone

 

A snowball fights a sled to slide

Friends were true stood side by side

 

Thinking back the years gone by

Some make us laugh some make us cry

 

The neighborhood and friends I remember well

Oh, the stories I could tell…