Claire V. Bogdanos

Though  I  am old,  I can recall

Those golden days  when  I was small

When  I was but a growing  tyke

With stuff  I liked or did  not like.

I  was not tall  nor  ego prone

Far  long  ere my ideas were  sown

I liked  to play quite by  myself

With  my  stuffed friends  upon the shelf.

Most lives  were so much  simpler then

We wrote  with  ink and  nib and pen

There  were few ways  we got about

While  horse and wagon  still stand  out.

We  learned to  treasure  moments past

Dear  God,  those years were one  big  blast !