Jefferson Park Poem by rico avila

Jefferson Park,
is where I used to play.
Baseball and basketball,
all hours of the day.

Through hot summer days,
and cold winter nights.
Through long lasting friendships,
and the occasional fights.

The park was our haven,
from the mean city streets.
a place to assemble,
and our problems defeat.

When I think back,
on those care free years.
Years without worries,
years without fears.

I want to return,
and see all my friends.
But some will not make it,
some cannot attend.

Some had to leave us,
for they wemt astray.
Now they're six under,
In a world of decay.

I cannot go back,
I cannot be selfish.
I'd drag others with,
for just one wish.

Some had it rough,
like my mother and father.
When times got to tough,
I ate cereal with water.

Since some can't go back,
and for others it'll be worse.
I will visit those times,
through this modest verse.

I can always revisit,
those days that I miss.
I'll just stop and remember,
think back, reminisce.