Callow Era Poem by Rafael Cazares

In a small town where I was raised,
I frequented the parts where we used to play.

Dominance was craved
As the utmost desire,
As balls ricochet from
Hearts filled with fire

Then the Sun sank,
Wearily from the sky,
and so did the pranks
of those silent and sly

Reminiscing our days of haste,
Shedding bulks of time,
Glorifying the winners of the race,
And charging those guilty of childish crimes

But Who would've knew
When all was done and said
That when we grew
We'd be met with dread
As the many
Became the few
And the old would be replaced
by the New.

All I can ask for
left before I could say
'Without your love, I could only pray'.