Lost In The Fifties

By Barbara Lynn Terry

I am a child of the fifties,

My teen years the sixties,

I was torn like the land of Dixie,

But yet I was strong enough to survive.

Through the years, the fifties remain,

Deep in my mental domain,

As the years when I could laugh and play,

Until the dark set on me that day.

When the dark days came,

I was unable to claim,

My stolen childhood,

As I sat in my room to brood.

So when the dark days set on me,

I sit and listen to the songs that be

From that era, so I can laugh and play

Lost in the fifties today.

© 2008 by Barbara Lynn Terry