It happened every summer
When vacation time was near,
"Meet me at our clubhouse"
Many little boys would cheer.

At our special clubhouse
Secret tales were what we shared,
We could plan our whole fun summer
And "no girls" we soon declared.

It was just a special place and time
Found just down the street,
Where Jeff and John and others
Would hang out...our live complete!

But little boys and others
Grow up and move away,
And before we ever knew it
There were other things at play.

Some went off to college
While some went off to war,
Some would live to work or serve
And some would live no more.

But life is like a circle
And what was can sometimes be,
So meet me at the Clubhouse
And we'll sit and talk and see.

We may go there for a cool one
Or perhaps some food to claim,
We'll meet with friends both old and new
And perhaps we'll watch a game.

We'll meet down at the clubhouse
The one on Center Street,
Where Rocky and his special crew
With friendly smiles are there to greet.

We'll meet and talk about old times
We'll talk sports victories and defeats,
But mostly we'll spend time with friends
At the Clubhouse there on Center Street.

As I sit here in this special pace
I smile at the chatter and the noise,
And I long for that old clubhouse
When we were just those little boys.