Children

I was a youngster once
A little lad was I 
I loved to play at cowboy stuff
As we all did -in days gone by

Kids today are missing a lot
Glued to their tablets or phone
My offspring - I do worry about
They seem to face so much unknown

But when it is all said and done
No matter what we really think today
Watching our grandchildren grow
As an adult, I think there, as a child, I wish I could stay.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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