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Went back to my old neighborhood today 
Not only my home but my roots
Whatever I’ve done whatever i am
It started here from boy to man

It’s hard to describe -so much recalled 
The buildings the same 
But the faces and names
I know none at all

I sat on a bench by the park
For the view across the street 
My “pad” for twenty years 
Where family and friends would meet 

Portions came back
As clear as could be
The good and the bad 
Of what happened to me

A short one block walk 
The place where I’d play
Come heat-snow or rain
I’d stay there all day

The  playground still there
With a look that had changed
 The structure’s the same 
But a lot rearranged 

Another short walk 
To the candy store drop 
We would stand on that corner
But the girls wouldn’t stop

Outside the playground 
We would sit on the benches
Throughout my teen years
Where the boy and girl ventured 

I left my past life later that day 
With vivid memories reborn
Energized and gratified 
With  the wii to carry on