ChildhOOD rUNAWaY

             Childhood runaway
Childhood memories when they were as easy 123's, these nostalgic epiphanies I sing with style and grace, wiping frowns from faces, I once layed smiles on. I remember my curfew was the street lights, red light, green light, 123, was played behind the building along with the pigskin till we had dead skin peeling from our paws, played football in the coldest of winter it was my December, I remember warming my hands over the boiling dinner. The days in the project staircases, racing with my cousin...wasn't the wealth that made us rich, it was the love that had us well off, days spent Gazing outside the window hope filled with doubt... All I knew was the childhood I never had...