#WritcoPoemPrompt10
Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old track,
We swing with its tune,
Swaying and bouncing a moment too soon,

played with the bottles on the street
jumbing & singing along with the beat

Awaking the li'l kids from their sleep
mothers yelling which ends in bleep
Didn't know we were that much creep
until we had our own to keep

Everyday seemed like another quest
which we did shine our level best
Back then the bedtime was ruled by
the color of our eyes & that of the sky
© cal