Of course I reminisce
And call to mind the times I miss:
Green places that I used to go
Kind faces that I used to know
I’ll hum tunes from the songs we sung
Long years ago when I was young
And, some days, when I watch the news
I’m tempted to expound my views
That those, my friend, were simpler times.
There were crimes, cities wild.
I saw life simply, as a child.
But my Nan’s face was etched with care
As she shouted: ‘Life’s not fair!
You’d best grow up and just accept!’
But there were secrets that she kept.
There was much she kept from me,
In hopes that I could grow up free.
And I determined then and there
I’d work to make this world more fair.
Cos, I’ll admit,
I broke, inside, a little bit
Every time that I was hit.
The patterns were nice, that the ice drew inside the windowpanes
and hunger pains.