Memories of a simpler time
When we had our innocence, and trees were still to climb.
The only fear that was portend
Labor Day's arrival, which harkened summer's end.
O' how I long the summertime
Simple treasures that we sought, when Nehi cost a dime.
On summer's eve chased fireflies
Amidst our joy and laughter, beneath the starlit skies.
When first I kissed my Marsha Sue
And first I spoke those simple words, fore'er I will love you.
As darkness fell and day would end
Mother's call to come inside, farewell to cherished friend.
I wonder where my childhood went?
What became of Marsha Sue, the summers that we spent?
Adulthood called to come inside,
I fear that in my growing up, my childhood it has died.
[This message has been edited by Tim (edited 07-09-99).]