My Times

I am from sweat pants and no t-shirt,

Running around the neighborhood through the parks.

I am from the ocean to the community pools.

I am from a trip of no return from the humid swamps to the scorching hot deserts,

Then to all the way up to the cold frosty winters.

I am from fast food and leftovers to family dinners,

And meals with the ones that are never around.

I am from being a Criminal to becoming a Buck,

Dressing up in a prisoners outfit,

To wearing the colors RED and BLACK with no real meaning.

I am from friends and living nothing but a dream.