As I Reflect

Sitting here at my desk,
Thinking about the past,
Sometimes thoughts are overwhelming,
Since my life has been so vast…

A little boy from Brooklyn,
Taken away from all his friends,
At the tender age of eight,
It felt like punishment and making amends…

But the better life was before me,
Because we moved to a better place,
A community that was growing,
As I tried to keep up with the pace…

New friends were abundant,
Although many have now disappeared,
As I reflect on my past,
That part of my life should be revered…

We all grew up and married,
Raising children of our own,
Now our children are raising theirs,
Our grandchildren facing the unknown…

The world has changed considerably,
It’s nowhere near what it used to be,
The streets were safe and people respectable,
I am sure older folks would agree…

I sure hope things can make a comeback,
And turn around to what they were before,
So my grandchildren can enjoy their lives,
Like we did forever, and evermore…