Seasons Of Change Poem by Frankie Jay

Summers still sweet, but it ain’t like we had before
I guess we lost the things we had in common or just got board
of hanging in the ally ways of the same old run down store

Remember leaning on the side of that old beat up Buick I had
singing old zeppelin songs and laughing about how we had it so bad
sometimes I'm overcome reading the journals in my garbage notepad

I am

Falls still cool, but it just isn’t the same
We all left home and never went back to see what remain
in the concrete where we wrote our names

Remember when he had to huddle from the wind
to get a light, harsh at times but soft as a violin
trying to smoke what we had and something from with in

do you

Winters still came and went, but its not as I remember
It was cold and snowy and round late December
but it bring the same endeavors

Remember sneaking out and hopping the fence
Sledding at mid night and tearing the city apart at the mans expense
Hiding from the cops and being ripped apart from the suspense

can you

Springs still a new begging but I don’t want change
I want my friends back and people less a strange
but that’s gone now and far out of range

Remember being cast out by the shortcut
that took us from home to our little cult
Paradise where we swore fever young, and never to become an adult

Well I do, I can easily remember it all
and ill never forget
and as I lay in bed sleepless I'm sure to recall
the people I loved, and the places I went