sunday mornings

couldn't be more than a day over three.  Still young and carefree. When everything was much easier. I was easy like Sunday mornings. Come what may for nothing bothered me. Protected and guarded from all the lies and negativity. Life was so much better then. Where a dollar was something of a huge value.

Whatever happened to the good old days. I miss being young. Days where I would push my free wheeling toy cars to the kitchen as mom cooked something good for the family. Life was about morning cartoons and sleep. Eager to grow old...  To be continued

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we can't stop growing old...~
Unknown said…
and we're gonna leave this world alone... its sad

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