A DIFFERENT RIDEA Poem by Miss SharonThings remembered....a comfort and smile.A DIFFERENT RIDE Things are never quite the same As I remember when... In simple times and hopscotch days And sitting on a limb. The air was filled with sounds of kids And laughter in the streets, Where we would gather there to play With friends we'd come to meet. Clipping cards to bike spoke wheels Made sounds like motored rides, And furry friends ran right along While barking by our side. The whole gang gathered at my house To jump rope two by two. When we got tired we went to play Monopoly and Clue. Mom always fixed some lemonade... It really hit the spot! And 'fore the dark we went outside To that big vacant lot. The crack of baseballs hitting bats Filled up the summer noon. Then runs and calls and slips and falls Were heard 'till rise of moon. Today...things are much different And it's quiet one by one. Computer screens light up a room Beyond the setting sun. Fingers strike those plastic keys... Camaraderie? No chance. This world is lonely...cold and bare. Seems minds are in a trance. I long for simple things like joy And friends here by my side. I'd like to turn my ticket in And take a different ride. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<O>>>>>>>>>>>>>> © 2022 Miss SharonFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on November 26, 2022 Last Updated on November 26, 2022 AuthorMiss SharonCOAboutMy name is Sharon, I am a retired piano teacher, I love the mountains where I hike and snowshoe, have had several poems published and love to write. I also love to read almost anything I can get my ha.. more..Writing
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