• The queens of the neighborhood,

    That’s what we used to be,

    The only pain we had back then was scraping up a knee.

    The swing set never empty,

    In tag we’d run so fast,

    Knowing all the fun we had

    The day would never last.

    My dear friends moved, Went their separate ways,

    Oh, How many things I’d give to relive those good ol’ days.

    The swing set sits in silence

    The “Tag your it!” Is gone,

    Sometimes I wonder, what ever happened,

    Where did I go so wrong?

    The windy days remind me,

    Of all our fun and games,

    But life goes on, I suppose…

    But I wish It stayed the same.