When I Was Your Age
For Christmas I got half a glass of Coke; nothing else was given.
If I wanted something else I could spill it and get a spanking in addition.
My parents washed my underwear for my birthday
That’s all I got, and I liked it that way!
My slip-n-slide was a roll of trash bags and a hose
There were cinder blocks to hold the rolled out bags down at the end of slip row.
So we had to slide carefully and roll off fast.
We put shampoo and soap on it so it would double as our weekly bath.
My four sisters and I had one pair of boots to share,
And if I was lucky I got a boot to wear.
My bike had no pedals, no handlebars, and no seat,
But it had two wheels I could push uphill both ways through the snow, at least.
We had only four channels, and when the President spoke he monopolized all four.
And I only wish I was your age once more.
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