Poem Family Days…It was July fourth,Back in the seventies,On a planet,Far far away…There was a boy,Blonde and young,Complete with life and vigour,Yet beset with many problems…All the folly of youth,Peer pressure and parents,Whatever could I do with them,How I miss them so…Hanging out in the park,With my dog Freckles,It was sad and bittersweet,When I wore a younger mans clothes…My family has been there for me,When the storm clouds rumbled,In times of joy and despair,Through all of it…That blonde boy,With his beloved,late, and wonderful dog,If I could talk to him now,What stories I would tell him.