Different Times, Different Ways

In my attic I found a toy, A toy I cherished as a boy. Just a wooden, simple thing A bat and ball and elastic string. I remember giving it a thwack Laughing as the ball shot back, My brother cried " Let me try" It swiftly smacked him in the eye. Oh the laughter still I hear, Happy times from long gone years. An old man now, here I stand Childhood memories, in my hand. Simple pleasures, treasured days Different times, different ways. The internet is where it's at, But I had more fun, with my old bat.