That Was Then, This Is Now
That was then, this is now.
The smell of cut grass on a Saturday morning
The aroma of coffee being poured as day was dawning
The surprise of a guest coming for breakfast
Saturdays were so splendid!
As kids we would play outside for hours,
Cricket, catches, climbing up trees.
We played through the day and into the night
We came indoors by the bright moonlight.
TV was something that you got as a treat,
It was after your bath, if your homework was neat.
Mom would cook some dinner and then we would sit,
We would watch MacGuyver or Michael Knight and Kit.
Time passed so slowly back in the 19th century,
Kids were kids, they stayed in school.
No mission, no fuss, we just didn't rush
Our growing up was fun, it was really cool.
I just wish my boys could grow up like us.
I get quiet sad when I see their pale faces,
no sunshine or summer, no visiting outside places.
TV and games have taken over their time,
I get so sad even though they say they are fine.
Imagination is something of the past,
Their playgrounds are online,
they are growing so fast.
The days of swimming in pools until night,
Or playing kissing catches until the moonlight.
Of carving names into trunks of large oak trees
are over now, it's so sad to see.
Those were the days, of giddy fun,
of making friends in the park
when the holidays begun.
Riding bikes and playing hopscotch
yes those were the days
My children are blessed, I guess with the best.
they too will look back and remember,
their childhood thrills, and they too will reminisce
about those good old days
and how things were better then.
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