Kidding Ourselves

it's illegal now to be a kid no matter what, once, was did no longer allowed, they now forbid put a sock in it, slam down the lid there was a time, that many know when it wasn't so and kids romped wildly, to and fro from yard to wood to overflow across the day, squealing joy the privilege of the hoi polloi no silvered girls or golden boys everyone was the real McCoy and played innocent because they were devious played plans did not occur because life was all a sharpened blur of play day friends in all grandeur now, many lament of days gone by when innocence was a feast whereby kids grew flying clear-blue sky to adults who can't see eye to eye in fact those times - they still are no adieu uttered - no au revoir no quench of light from brightened star childhood's about being a kid, so far so kids are kids the whole world over L.A. to Bahrain to country farms all over they can see a day, fresh with sweet clover to roll in, an' play on, an' lose their composure kids don't have to remember that life's fun they naturally want to summersault and run it's been that way since time had begun and will always be, 'til all time, is all done © Goode Guy 2013-04-15