In Memory They Remain Poem by patrick read

In memory they remain,
all the kids from my childhood,
most of the time we were up to no good..
hangin out by the railroad tracks,
chaising each other, ,
never looking back., .
All though we have all gone our seperate ways,
They still exist somewhere in the haze of my life.

Maybe some were only friends for awhile,
all of them at one point brought a smile..
shooting at each other with plastic guns,
thats how our wars were done..

We didnt need to belong to gangs,
All of us acted the same,
full of mischief,
our parents would say,
but in me that mischief has never changed..

yeah..
hey you over there..
maybe you are one of those kids.
if not you know where im from..
and you.
have all those memories too..
of kids from your hood,
and all that you would do..

though there probably gone as well..
in words maybe some pissed you off,
you told em to go to hell..
they still exist in memory,
from all those experiences that shaped both you and me..

Patrick Read 11/14/13