The Good Days

A poem that will make no sense to anyone but my dad and sister.

Blow up alligator in The pool

Shadow dinosaurs on the bedroom wall

Countless dinners of frozen waffles

With sides of Pringles

 

Drinking Hawaiian Punch from a can

And feeling so cool

Making friends with sticks in the yard

And thinking a ferret was a kind of bird

 

Running around the Laundromat

Noisy neighbors upstairs

Ice cream cones after every swim lesson

Crawling through those disease ridden tubes

 

Playing pretend in your office

And pestering your secretary

The times of Lisa Frank

And drawing dozens of apartments

 

Pushing the elevator buttons

Was a competition

Driving your chair around like a car

Xeroxing everything in sight

 

Those were the good days

That you never fully appreciate

Until they’re long gone

But damn, don’t you miss them?