The car ride
Riding in the car
From here to there
It isn't very far, but
For him is rare
Roll down the window
Let the wind blow
Such a nice breeze
On him it flows
Nothing is the same
Since he was a kid
The scenery changed
And also he did
The roads are different
Some now are new
Buildings erected
Older ones now are few
His childhood friends
Now just a thought
But he never did forget
What each of them taught
Secret places to hide
To just get away
Talking for hours
Wasting away the day
To have those days back
And to not have worries
To again see his friends
Of course he would hurry
All of his memories
Of growing up with them
They will never fade
Each one is like a gem
©Schizology
The car ride
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