The Shack

As I sit in the back passing the day,

I think of the shack where I used to play.

It's all worn down and looks antique.

One could say even unique.

But back in my youth we played and we laughed.

We'd chase and we'd run and have such a gaff.

That was then and this is now.

I look at the shack and wonder how...

How could time fly so fast?

Reviews

[Kim S.]

By the time goes by we age, This is wonderful. enjoyed this

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Yes time goes like a hurricane fast
Like this very much
oh was the shack a cubby house or a real old Shack
Nice to recall childhood memories