The last Generation

Thinking about the good old days Reminiscing for a little while Some memories made me happy, some made me sad Some brought a tear and some brought a smile And I wondered Were we the last generation The last generation To put lighting bugs in mason jars To look at tail lights and name the cars To lie in a field and count the stars To go trick or treating in the local bars Then I turned on the radio To an oldies station that took me back Listened for an hour or two Put my mind right on track And I wondered Were we the last generation The last generation To drink water from a garden hose To be proud to wear hand me down clothes To sneak a cigarette at the local park To play in the street well after dark Then I fell asleep and dreamed of the past Seems we had a Utopia but it didn’t last And I wondered Were we the last generation The last generation To play baseball and share our gear To walk at night without fear To have laws written in black and white To still be friends after a fight Then I went downstairs to call an old friend Never wanting the old days to ever end And I wondered Were we the last generation The last generation To walk each day back and forth from school To have parties with friends at the community pool To listen as a bluebird sings To be happy without material things To play the game fair and square To end each day with an evening prayer. And I wonder