Look At Me Now Poem by Gerald Bergeron

As I was thinking back to when I was a child, I thought of those great times I had. Just out climbing trees or maybe fishing in the river, but those times were seldom sad.

We could buy candy for a single penny, and pop for just a dime. A movie for only thirty cents was free the second and third time.

All our days were carefree ones, and there was nothing to do but play. It seemed this fun would last forever, and then we would begin another day.

Then as I looked back to my younger years, I could see how the time had gone by. Gas was no longer thirty cents, and a gallon had gone sky high.

I remember fishing all day long, where I seldom had to eat. When I fell down from being tackled in football, I just bounced back to my feet.

Well as I am reminiscing about how it used to be, my thoughts return to the presence, and I see what has become of me.

There is no more penny candy and the movies are not the same. Gasoline cost more than my car is worth, and every bill collector knows my name.

I no longer have time for fishing, and to climb a tree would be quite an act. For my body bears the aches and pains, that can be felt in my lower back.

It looks like I am getting older, for I cannot do those things I once did. Yet every time I think back to the past, I forget I am no longer a kid.


Those were the days I cherished the most, things were wonderful and practically free. Yet I could not wait to get older and now just look at me.

Yet being older is not all so bad I just hate to lose the time. Well I think I will go buy a bottle of pop, for a dollar fifty plus, the deposit which is one dime.