Tough Cookies Poem by John Shea

I just want to wander again
Like a youngster in my worldly playpen
Playing marbles in a dusty dirt ring
That was my favorite thing
My catseyes were shiny and new
My shooter was marbled with red white and blue
Every marble I sought in that ring
Was a treasure that made me a king
Life was so great
Not a thing on my plate
So with a smile on my face
Sunburned in spring
Browned in early fall
I want to live that life again
So i'll give it my all
Remember we were the best shooters of all
When life greyed us in the late fall.