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The Simple Life

Baseball cards, a block away,
En route with a dear friend,
This is not your typical day,
Careful not to bend.
 
Forty five cents in hand,
Hand clinched while thinking,
Bubble gum bonus a plus,
Yet savings still shrinking.
 
Big wheel races and outdoor events,
No electronic sitters here,
Only interaction amongst all of the young ladies and gents,
In this life, what’s to fear?
 
Dinner at table, a nightly event,
Sharing the day’s story,
No glaring television,
Togetherness withdrew any need for worry.
 
Days of work with dad,
A privilege, no chore,
Learning the finer things in life,
As sweat releases through our pores.
 
Fine dining a treat,
And road maps only,
Yet all found their way,
A population, lonely.
 
Only in numbers,
Not of a depressed meaning,
True love for one another,
No need for prescreening.
 
How I would love to revisit those times,
The simple life,
Where love lasted a lifetime.
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