Remember When . . .
Remember when you could walk to school
And stay out until supper-time
Ride your bike from here to there
And get there anytime
Remember baseball gloves on handle bars
No helmets of any sort
And playing pickup games
All day long . . .
I long for a day when my girls
Could enjoy the youth I had
Times have changed
And things are different
They need busses or rides to school
The safety zone has shrunk to suffocate
Now it’s a cell phone call
If Mom or Dad is running late
We used to play outside, all day
In neighborhoods, not “Hoods”
We had playground disputes
Settled with a stare down or bloody nose
What has happened on our streets?
That we guard ourselves from those we meet
Our kids are sheltered
Beyond belief
They need wind to soar
Freedom comes in many forms
A bike, a street, a new friend they meet
A bus, a trip, a paddle or oar
The time may be coming soon
When a difference needs making
For all it is we’re under-taking
National debt, beyond relief
Healthcare, foreign compromise
It’s time . . .
Can we stand United?
D. Carlson
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