When you look back on the days of being a kid
All the silly things you did
How big the world was
Acting grown up is all the little one does
The best thing to do in the day
Was to spend it at the park
Every night, catching lighting bugs
Watching them call each other in the dark
Sending their farewells
Like I need to send mine
Although they don't come back
I still have a glimpse,
A mental photo album
Of what I call a memory.
