Do you recall what it was like
When you were but a tiny tyke
And kids would play out in the rain
Barefooted, zooming like a plane ?
Or hopscotch on a city street
With concrete squares beneath your feet,
What’s happened to those days of joy
When children could be girl or boy ?
A game of tag or hide and seek
Just count to ten and do not peek,
Oh how much fun there used to be
When children were kept safe and free !
Somehow it seems along the way
I can’t say why we’ve gone astray
We’ve wandered far off of the road
And took on this excessive load
Who was it knew what this might be
A final act of heresy ?
Some were good men we know by name
Who tried to save us from this game
As others rushed headlong into
Lack of concern for what was true
They’ve lied and cheated on us all
And bear the blame for freedom’s fall !
My memories of childhood sing
They have that old familiar ring
Just kids trying to kick-the-can
Come see how fast that they all ran !
Or five-ten-ring-a-levio
Show me how far that you will go
Hear now red-rover, red-rover
Calling let Annie come-over !
But best of all, hop-scotch for two
That’s followed by the game Statue
Oh for those past and happy days
When life was sweet and children played !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 