When Children Were Allowed To Play Poem by Charles Garcia

When Children were allowed to Play.
Under the Corner Light Post

I from White they from Black,
Slanted eyes, red cheeks, mattered not,

Around the pole like little lambs we play,
Without a worry without a care,

As in a circle we hold hands, pass the
Time away, our imaginations are all
The toys we had, to culminate the passing of these
Days.

Oh! How I long to remember, brings back so many memories,
These were the games we played,

Kick the can, Hide n seek, Hop scotch, Simon says?
Spin the bottle, but not there!

As “Race” mattered not, as children are one family, true love always in the air, what has happened to these good old days?
When children not questioned with, whom they were allowed to play.

Charles Garcia
Nov. 2006