Some sidewalk chalk, a pebble
And a grandkid who would play
Set the stage to bring me back
To many years ago today.
I drew the board, explained the rules
And as we hopped the squares,
A wave of pure nostalgia
Up and caught me unawares.
Remembering the games I played
With friends on Brooklyn streets,
I realized there are certain things
Well-worth some late repeats.
But who'd a thunk way way back then
The future would reveal
A childhood game would, as a nana,
Still have such appeal.
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