Childhood In the Fifties
It was a different world than we live in now
We had so much less but so much more
Mom’s stayed home to raise their kids
My Dad worked in a grocery store
We lived in a row home with kids all around
You never knew what to expect
Families earned whatever they needed
We learned self-reliance and self-respect
We might have a fight in the morning
There’d be a bloody nose or two
Later we’d walk to the park together
We were still friends when it all was through
If we could scrape together five gloves and a ball
We’d have enough for ten to play a game
You see we shared our baseball equipment
On that field we were all the same
We also shared our hopes and dreams
Our heartaches and our fears
We shared our victories and defeats
Our laughter and our tears
We had taped up balls and taped up bats
Wooden wheels for the old go-carts
We might have played with broken toys
But we never played with broken hearts
Now the years have past and time has changed
We’ve gone our separate ways
We have so much more than we did back then
But they were better days.
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