We're not kids anymore,
But if we were...
When we were kids, our world was free,
Or such was our reality.
It was a world of two-plus-two
And a,b,c, "Dick and Jane", too.
Our lives were filled with wondrous dreams
And hand-me-downs with lengthened seams.
A world where crayons played their part,
Paint box and brushes, paper, art.
New, home-made skis to roam the hills
And skates to learn some different skills.
Another baby on the way,
New bassinet just for that day.
Bright, sunny days with berries sweet,
New shoes to fit the largest feet.
Piano music filled the air,
With Christmas baking everywhere.
From child to child, the boots passed down,
Along with a soft, granny gown.
Fishing for rainbow trout was fun
And swimming in the summer sun.
The one-room school was right next door,
Square dancing on the waxy floor.
But if we were...
When we were kids, our world was free,
Or such was our reality.
It was a world of two-plus-two
And a,b,c, "Dick and Jane", too.
Our lives were filled with wondrous dreams
And hand-me-downs with lengthened seams.
A world where crayons played their part,
Paint box and brushes, paper, art.
New, home-made skis to roam the hills
And skates to learn some different skills.
Another baby on the way,
New bassinet just for that day.
Bright, sunny days with berries sweet,
New shoes to fit the largest feet.
Piano music filled the air,
With Christmas baking everywhere.
From child to child, the boots passed down,
Along with a soft, granny gown.
Fishing for rainbow trout was fun
And swimming in the summer sun.
The one-room school was right next door,
Square dancing on the waxy floor.
Whispering in the dark of
night,
A children's world of pure delight.
But we're not kids anymore….
A children's world of pure delight.
But we're not kids anymore….
The days of yesteryear hold fond memories
to reflect upon.
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