Started With a Whistle

Started with a Whistle... As I ride my bike in the sunlight Blowing tunes At high noon Harmonizing with the playful cries of children playing futbol over in the streets with no shoes on their feet but smiles wide enough to make me feel complete...completely in love with the joy in their hearts Started with a Whistle... Doing mischievous things with my friends stealing mangoes from the carts that be waiting for sales to begin Running... Running free and wild amongst the trees running past all the elders resting heavily in the summer breeze...breezing the day away with no sadness in their hearts It started with a whistle But ended with a friend who was always right across from us Giving a helping hand Who saw the world around them and wanted to give more to those who needed something more than no roof and dirt floors They gave people beds to sleep in and shoes to wear to school and gave me a chance to live life without stealing like a fool I'm glad I learned to read and write at a very young age and I'm now expressing my gratitude on this very page.