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Simple
things remembered well,
Of times so long ago,
And it's those things I need to tell,
Before I have to go.
Simple things of childhood days,
And things I hold so dear,
To tell how I remember them,
From year to year to year.
Just
simple things I did each day,
When I was but a kid,
Yet simple things were precious times,
I loved the things I did.
Like
climbing trees and building forts,
And playing in the dirt,
And then when I was older,
In my teens I loved to flirt.
The
girls were such a wonderment,
And I was so enthralled,
But most of them were out of reach,
Or so I do recall.
A
simple job, a simple life,
But when the day is through,
I am content with what I have,
I have more than I knew.
For
now my life has come full round,
And I am looking back,
And as I do I see the boy,
Who never suffered lack.
Those
simple things held hidden wealth,
Which money could not buy,
And in them I will find my rest,
Until the day I die.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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