I ran the streets, latchkey kid,
my mom and dad, worked so hard.
Played a game I ran and hid,
strayed far away from the yard.
Further and further I went,
down and around the block.
So much time was being spent,
I forgot to watch the clock.
Darkness fell and I was lost,
couldn’t find my way back home.
Confused at the streets I crossed,
afraid I’d be doomed to roam.
“Don’t panic,” I kept saying,
be smart, follow the landmarks.
The sky continued graying,
from nowhere, my young mind sparks.
I walked past the running track,
the deli and the subway.
I saw them and I turned back,
on my way home I did pray.
“Lord don’t let me feel the pain,
when I walk right through that door,
of my folks complete disdain.
I’m up a creek with no oar”