Was all the entertainment that we had, for wishing and day-dreaming?
Was a way of life, for we did not have.
A nickel could be rare, change to spare, depending how you spent it,
there were endless ways to share.
Searching and wishing was our dream, as all for free,
having a nickel to spare was a un-attainable as not there.
These where the days of no credit as you pay or you stay.
as no credit cards by the way.I cut out some pictures made a caption
perhaps a word or two, hand carried to my friends as stamps cost
a penny or more. Which made them fairly rare could not afford.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem