There was a time not long ago
When all seemed attainable and sure
Pure days that ran together without change
A many-colored canvas bright
With innocence of artless sun-filled thrall
There was a time not long ago
When snow-clogged streets became the playgrounds of our gods
Sun-struck streets that also split with August heat
Tar dug from cobbles wadded into bitter gum
And every hour sparkled with the marvel of it all
There was a time not long ago
Ground peach-pits round brown finger-grips
We rode the backs of trolleys
To watch our Giants and our Yanks stretch summer hits
And there were day-dreams in our post-game ball
There was a time not long ago
We picked the supper dandelions in Divello's fields
And fished the City-Island's flounder fens
Burned red for lack of sun-screen we could not afford
And prayed to soar beyond our brightening pall
There was a time not long ago
From the roof of an ancient tenement high on our hill
We see a smogless panoramic brilliance
The tallest buildings of the world
With love in our arms that fourteenth fall
When every hour sparkled with the marvel of it all
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