Sweet memories of yesteryear
stored deep within my heart and mind
will surface every now and then
when overwhelmed with doubt and fear
I yearn for days of a gentler kind
with opportunities still open

I miss the store where we could shop
for paper kites that we could fly
along the beach from morn til night
with Cracker Jack and soda pop
And when I close my eyes real tight
I feel the breeze that blows away
my troubles up into the sky
like bubbles on a summer day