mzcrazybtch
New member
(dedicated to my bad-ass lil brother)
reminiscing of our childhood days
a time so long ago but not so long in my head
of innocent times with no responsibilities
of days we played dress up and jumped on the beds
the game we had invented that we called "ghost"
where we draped ourselves with clean bedsheets
trying to tag each other in the dark
then sneaking from our room for a bite to eat
on hot days running up the street
to buy ice cream cones for twenty five cents
melting down our arms - pocket filled with penny candies
it was loose change that was always well spent
or the times we would go racing down the hill
in colored big wheels that dad had bought
spending Sundays after church playing in the park
without a notion of school days in our thoughts
as mischievous as you were I'd always cover for you
like the time you blew up half sticks of dynamite
and times we stayed up late as you made crank calls
or threw fortyfives like frizbees over roofs with delight
oh, let's not forget our games of hide and seek
you would always scare me out of my wits
yet when I turned eighteen and decided to move
I had the last laugh performing my final trick
You're still the same little brother I grew up with
Still cracking jokes and making me laugh
memories of childhood days that we have spent
of times not forgotten in our past
reminiscing of our childhood days
a time so long ago but not so long in my head
of innocent times with no responsibilities
of days we played dress up and jumped on the beds
the game we had invented that we called "ghost"
where we draped ourselves with clean bedsheets
trying to tag each other in the dark
then sneaking from our room for a bite to eat
on hot days running up the street
to buy ice cream cones for twenty five cents
melting down our arms - pocket filled with penny candies
it was loose change that was always well spent
or the times we would go racing down the hill
in colored big wheels that dad had bought
spending Sundays after church playing in the park
without a notion of school days in our thoughts
as mischievous as you were I'd always cover for you
like the time you blew up half sticks of dynamite
and times we stayed up late as you made crank calls
or threw fortyfives like frizbees over roofs with delight
oh, let's not forget our games of hide and seek
you would always scare me out of my wits
yet when I turned eighteen and decided to move
I had the last laugh performing my final trick
You're still the same little brother I grew up with
Still cracking jokes and making me laugh
memories of childhood days that we have spent
of times not forgotten in our past
