"In Those Days"
Dad tell me about the good old days.
The days you were young, and laughed, and played.
Tell about your childhood hopes and dreams.
Of hiking, hunting, and wading in cool streams.
I want to know what you did for fun.
In those summer days in the sun.
Did you ride a bike, or always walk?
Did you fight and shout, or did you just talk?
Were you afraid of the dark at night?
Or was your big brother your only fright?
Were there wars, violence and hate?
Did you get nervous on your first date?
Did your family struggle the way we do?
To have enough money for new gym shoes?
When bad things happened and you wondered why,
Did you ask questions, or did you just cry?
Tell me about fun and what you played.
Did they have cool toys in those days?
Do you remember? Youre pretty old,
Of all the times past your dad told?
I want to know and hear you say,
The way it was for you in those days.
Did you like school? Did you have friends?
Or were you just glad to see it end?
Tell me what you did, and where you'd go.
How did you come to learn the things you know?
I just really want to hear you say,
About all that was good, in those days.
