The Old Clubhouse

The Old Clubhouse

By Richard James Mabey Jr.

O’ if the clock could just go back in time,

when Mad magazine was but a quarter,

and comic books were just a dime,

and Kool-Aid packets read “just add water.”

 

To return once more to the old backyard,

to see the glory of the old clubhouse.

Against its wall, we flipped baseball card,

and chased out that old field mouse.

 

Its walls were made of old wooden planks,

the flat roof was of plywood square.

Taking the change from our piggy banks,

we bought a lock, so no thief would dare.

 

To break in and steal our stuff,

for on the door read “KEEP OUT!”

We really thought that’d be enough,

to keep bullies from sneaking about.

 

With a tears in my eyes,

I realize, it can never be again.

With solemn heart and heavy sighs,

to have one day, to once more be ten.

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2 Responses to The Old Clubhouse

  1. graham bernstein says:

    do you remember me from Lincoln Park,, Graham bernstein

    • Hello Graham, Please do give me a hint where I knew you from. I think it may have been from Boy Scout Troop 170 or First Reformed Church in Lincoln Park. Please do give me a hint. I am sure I remember you. I am just having problems with whether it was from scouts or some other way. Sincerely, Richard

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