When street lights turn on we take a double 

Remembering in childhood of the trouble

We could never ever be late 

As our parents would wait 

As we turned the nob on the front door

It’d be a welcome or punishment for sure 

I had my first watch at that time 

Always checking, to prevent this crime

Many calendars later I’m far older

As the street lights up I bravely soldier

Out for a night on the town or a drink 

Walking the boulevards, pause and think

Growing was easier but curfews did stink…

-AAA 10/04/2024