Years After The Lonesome Jubilee Poem by Justin Gildow

During the Lonesome Jubilee
I was young and free
Not a care in the world
The garden that I tried to grow never caught on
But I admired it anyway

I would roll down the hills
Thinking of it as a complete thrill
The sun was on my side
Like a king of the hill
I had no need to hide

Years after the Lonesome Jubilee
I'm middle aged
Thinking that my younger self had it all
Fun and games were of a variety then
Remembering all those friends
And wondering where they are now
And all the people in my neighborhood
Where are they now?