The Wonder Years
As i sat alone under a pine tree's shade;
my mind ran back to the forgotten time and place,
when young gamers, games invented;
under the trees, the garden as i remmembered.
Those days when life's full of fun;
no cares, no tears; little devils on the run.
The mondays, we hoped for school to get close,
for friday to come, how we wanted most.
Like little Imps so mischievious as we were,
mother's cane, we dreaded and fear.
Life's a never ending fairy tale back then;
still ignorant we were to the ways of men.
Those years were indeed...