Childhood
When we were young
Our expectations were small
A second hand bike
Or maybe A football
No flights to the sun
Or a week on A boat
Just down the canal
On a plank
We would float
No TV,s or videos
CD,s or cassettes
Just a radio playing
And sweet cigarettes
As we grew
We would dream of afar
In place of a bike
A second hand car
No more hand me downs
Or cast off shoes
No pants with patches
Or souls that were glued
Our life now
Is so different from then
More things we have
But I still wish
I was ten,
Copyright © John Brooks | Year Posted 2016
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