I remember sitting on my porch with my grandfather, listening to the tales of old.
The grandfathers of the neighborhood drinking beer, smoking and forever bold.
I remember the tales of the 'True childhood'
The- Walking a mile just to pick cotton, a nickle a day.
To going down to the corner store to buy a gallon of gas, a soda pop and a candy bar for one dollar.
They all say "Those where the days, kids these days have no respect, no sense of loyalty or dignity.'
I grew up with Sega, Nintendo, where you went to the principal office it was a joke.
Where in middle school you were offered a smoke.
Gameboys and Ipods, electronic toys oh the joys
Days of my old? Complaining that the cables out.
Suns too hot, and the parents shout. Leave the house, no girls around.
'Cause they all with the older boys. That's my childhood, always will be. You'll never see. Those of us that lived those days? Lived a real childhood, in the new generation ways.
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde