For Nearly A Decade

Take me to the times of no shame
When nude kids in the rain played game
When little Obi was a boy
Ada with her jelly curls coil
When we call each face we see by the native name

To the times, when none cared for fame
When the rich and poor were the same
Together, we played with one toy
With our bright smiles clasped together in one big frame

Where are the times our loves flamed
But what is the hate we became
It is the year pre ten. We’d employ
The end of the start of the Joy
We count each bead, we pray our past and then proclaim

Tochi