Rich Dimes
Let's walk down memory lane,
skipping past forgotten pain.
And recall what used to be
when games were most often free.
Remember when for a lark,
we'd play "hide and seek" till dark?
And small chores earned us rich dimes;
though our clothes dried on clotheslines.
We believed in Santa Claus,
superheroes, and just cause.
And fresh air held a sweet smell,
while water came from a well.
The bogeyman, just pretend;
and every cop was your friend.
Whenever tall tales got spun,
bad guys lost, and good guys won.
Teenagers had loads of fun
without carrying a gun.
And friends only died in play;
they all lived; just yesterday.
(Rhyme)
8/4/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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