Memories of a Man

As I make this poem off the top of my head
Thinking about the words that will be said
I recall the time when I was a young tike
When I road the streets with my 10-speed bike
Those childhood days when I was free to roam
Until my watch told me to go quickly home
In this memory that I have tucked neatly away
Is a fantasy of innocence where I want to stay
Times where responsibility can be easily lost
Importancy is baseball cards and what they cost
All the time playing with my forgotten friends
Saving up my allowance for the latest of trends
Collecting all those piles of gagdets and toys
It was a tight group we had, no girls only boys
Playing kick the can and wiffleball on the lawn
My older brother showing me my very first porn
How could I forget the kid with that limp?
Nor his father we all called, "The Gimp"
I cherished my dog Lucky, the greatest of pets
Now I'm much older and with a world of regrets
As I turn the clock back and wake from my dream
I can't believe how easy it all used to seem
I return to work as a tear trickles down my cheek
Who knew such thoughts could make a man so weak?