Nine Years Old And Counting

by Boogienights

Hi nine-year-old me, how can it be
that you're so very happy today?
It's June third! Of course, it's our birthday,
now it's time to come in from our play.

We've played red light/green light and statues,
now mom will make angel food cake.
There might be some gifts, but not many,
bills must be paid with money she makes.

A "Monkees" lunch box 'cause we love them,
our new tennis shoes fit very nice.
There's burgers for dinner, our favorite,
some glasses with fizzies and ice.

The neighbors who live in our building,
have an old bike they fixed up for us.
We share it with our brother Robbie,
We ride on handlebars, with no fuss.

I want you to know we'll be happy,
though there'll be some hard times to get through.
And though you may not understand this,
there are wonders just waiting for you.

Try not to be hurt when made fun of,
though you're shy please try hard to make friends.
You'll grow up to feel very special,
with a family whose love never ends.

So, put on our old "Monkees" t-shirt,
and wear our new sneakers with pride.
We'll never forget where we came from,
a child of Chicago's south side.

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This is about me at the age of nine years old. We lived on the south side of Chicago and we didn't have much money but we were rich when it came to family love.
The Monkees were a popular singing group in the sixties and seventies.
Fizzies were tablets similar to Alka seltzer, that were dropped into water to flavor it.

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Nine Years Old And Counting

by Boogienights

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