I'm sitting here looking at a wonderful scene
that showed up this morning on Columbia Magazine
thoughts of the past came softly to me
a time way back when i was a teen

After a night at the teen center
behind Durham Wholesale
we'd head to the cemetary
to see who would prevail

At a game of hide and seek
that we often would play
it was at the time
the ending of a near perfect day
We were just kids with little else to do
as we played til way into the night
the graveyard became a gathering place
where often at times we would playfully fight

Never once did we think
of doing the graveyard any harm
for though we were young we always knew
it was a place that held special charm

Driver's licenses came and put an end to all that
we now had much better things to do
so then to us the graveyard became
a shortcut and something we just drove through