Tough Cookies
I just want to wander again
Like a youngster in my worldly playpen
Playing marbles in a dusty dirt ring
That was my favorite thing
My catseyes were shiny and new
My shooter was marbled with red white and blue
Every marble I sought in that ring
Was a treasure that made me a king
Life was so great
Not a thing on my plate
So with a smile on my face
Sunburned in spring
Browned in early fall
I want to live that life again
So i'll give it my all
Remember we were the best shooters of all
When life greyed us in the late fall.
poem by John Shea
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