Eternal Springfield

I was ten with a slingshot heart. Skateboard dreams, thought I'd never

grow up. Laughing with Bart, prank calls and chalk dust. In a world

of yellow, I found my spark. Fox TV on a Sunday night.

Family couch and that glowing light. Didn't know the years would move so fast.

Now the boy with spiky hair is in my past. I used to

be Bart, now I'm older than Homer. Bills and back pain and leaning

on the sofa. The world kept turning, the seasons rolled on.

But that Springfield sun never seems gone. Will it still be on when