Wouldn’t it be nice if we could be a child again?
Responsibilities, worries, bills… wouldn’t wear our nerves so thin.
We could eat candy, play cars, or just lie in the grass and stare.
We could play outside ‘til the sun sank in the sky without a care.

Times were so simple then, and the world was fair and good,
We listened to our parents and did what we were told we should.
Anything was possible and nothing was complex.
We didn’t have computers and gadgets with which to be perplexed.

We believed in our imagination, truth, and dreams.
Our world was care free and not falling apart at the seams.
Little things made us happy and extremely content.
We anticipated a trip to the river or sleeping outside in a tent.

Double features with Roy, Gene or LashLaRue,
Heroes were bigger than life and always loyal and true.
Our biggest worry was what game we’d play that day,
And whether or not the weather would allow us to stay outside and play.

Drugs were given out only when people were ill.
Not sold to teens who wanted to escape life and become addicted to a pill.
Condoms were not dispensed and birth control was not taught at school… it was forbidden.
Needing these items was unheard of… it was something adults kept hidden.

So what was so bad about those simple, innocent ways?
Why can’t we return once again to the carefree “good óle days?”
Where childhood lasted as long as it should,
And all things simple were considered good.

By Ann Leyh