In Days of Olde

In days of olde

When kids where bold

And rode bikes without helmets

Un-worried Moms

Felt not alarmed

For they were not yet invented

They drank straight from the hose

Threw rocks and skipped stones

Not once took time to record it

Barefoot - cut off attire

Were all that was aspired

To separate them from the pavement

Television was two five and eleven

Be home for dinner at seven

Lest your Father come a lookin’

Those days are long gone

Paved over and forlorn

To make way for a new way of thinkin’

Now be ye not sad

For days lost and past due

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