It seems like only yesteryear
When Jess, Adrian, George, and I would ride
Jess’s red ’63 Chevy, very dear.
Four Collazo cousins at the opening gate of life,
Riding the streets of Laredo, and feeling no fear.
Searching for life’s new-found treats,
With not a care in the world,
Anxious for the smell of flowers and the moist kiss of life so sweet;
In Laredo, in the Chevy, on the street,
Unaware of the danger we might meet.
It seems like only yesteryear
When the road of life was freshly clean and new;
The springtime of my youth, so dear.
When life held secrets and promises yet to come;
So long ago when we were all so young.
Robert Collazo, 1/22/11
