Back When I Was Five
Things were different back then
Simpler and we all felt more alive
Things were different back then
The year that I turned five
Kids could still play soldiers
Fighting the Germans and the Japanese
There weren’t any video games back then
And only black and white TV’s
Boys and girls obeyed their parents
Marriages seemed to survive
Working with your hands was honest work
Back in the year that I turned five
Sullivan, Disney and Hockey Night in Canada
Ruled the two channels of our day
But only after the vacant lot outside
Became too dark to play
Elvis, Buddy Holly, and Patsy Cline
Made all my sisters jive
I was too young but I remember
‘Back then when I was only five
Yea it was the year I started school
Hilary notebooks and Crayola crayons too
Little brown leather schoolbags
We were told to mind our P’s and Q
Yes I look back with fond memories
And I wonder how we all survived
Through all the memories made and shared
Now that I’ll soon be fifty-five!
Love you
Selena
love Tinka
As Bob Hope said "Thanks for the memories.
Kathy
Back when my kids where young and the first
Video game came out the.... Atari
Your poetic ode of memories is very well written
And conveyed excellent view of your thoughts!!
Love Peace and many hugssss to you....Morning Star
George
Enjoy 55, it might be as good as 5 (hey, ya never know)lol.
Hugs, Laura
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I loved this nostalgic poem..You and I both, are going down that memory lane lately. It was a great time to grow up, I don't care what anyone says...I wish you well and much renewed happiness,
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Wonderful rememberance in verse and photo. I was two months old when this picture was taken!!!!! LOL Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Walt
Love ya Cuz XOXO Rose
Quite a remarkable treasure indeed~wonderful that you shared it and I thank you too!
I can smell that leather school bag now~smile.
Blessings
Today the children's guns are real and when you hear a bang someone is really dead.
When somebody says about the good old days always will be there a wet blanket to remember the depression.
But yes, oh those days!
Thanks.
Georg
When you were five, everything was nice and dandy.
Great treasurable photo. and poem!
Sandie May Angel :o)
Sophia xo