Goodie

I miss the good ole days

I miss my skates and scooter

I miss the haze of kiddish grace

How life would hold me sooner

I miss the good ole days

I miss my rhythms and spin

I miss the ways of wide eyed awe

How it all would turn me within

I miss the good ole days

I miss my playlists and mind

I miss the song of honey dew melon

How love would stop to say hi, bye