Denim derrières and tie-dyed tees
Remind me of summers of the younger me,
When all was fun, no worries or fears
To cloud the summers of my early years..
Shorts were cutt-offs made at home,
Halters and tank tops screamed Coppertone.
Sandals on my feet and radio in hand,
I walked the streets in a calmer land.
Bikes and skates and kick the can
Kept me on the move and somewhat tan.
Sidewalk gangs played out till dark,
Home wasn’t far from the neighborhood park.
As a boomer I work to stay active now,
And avoid the sun no matter how
White I am at the end of the day,
Which is earlier now, surprising to say.
Life is good with friends about,
I might move slower and have to shout
So some can hear the fun that’s near,
I’m smiling at the summer of another year.