As I was growing up, I saw a different world from today,
People were not angry, there wasn't many that went astray;
You could go along, and share a cheery hello to all,
And on the old telephone, you'd get a great helpful call.
Yes! As I was growing up in my childhood days, I'd see,
No electronic toys or games, only board games for me;
When my mother cooked the cake, she'd beat by hand,
And if we were naughty, she'd make us understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem