The Good Old Days

I remember what is called "The Good Old Days,"
When toys were made at home.
When families spent their time together,
And kids weren’t left alone.
 
I remember catching lightning bugs,
And the games we used to play.
We entertained ourselves,
With fun things, every day.
 
Our house was high off ground,
And under it we played,
We had blocks of wood for cars,
For hours there we stayed.
 
We played with Doodlebugs,
And June bugs on a string.
We searched for Four leaf clovers,
And many other things.
 
 An old tire swing was in our yard,
Hanging there, I still can see,
But the most fun of all we had,
Was climbing that old tree.
 
We got a candy bar each week,
When payday came around,
But we had little money,
Just to spend in town.
 
We too, were made to work,
And earn the things we got.
I now appreciate the things I have,
Although it’s not a lot.
 
I still have more than I deserve,
God’s been so good to me.
And I still have pleasant memories,
Of that old Chinaberry tree.
 
I still go by the old home place sometime,
I guess it’s just to see,
If all those years gone by,
Still have their memories.

Written by:
Faye Reyenga
© 2002
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Wishing you pleasant memories today...