I used to be about your age,
and actually read words on a page.
I would go climb hills and trees,
and sometimes skin my elbows and knees.
I would go outside and play,
not sit around inside all day.
I would have fun with friends,
not text them until the day ends.
If I wanted to tell something to my family far away,
I'd write it down, it would get to them in a week and a day.
Though that may be a sad thing about that life,
the rest didn't have any strife.
I was almost never bored,
that will always be adored.
So my child what would you rather choose?
To sit inside and have the blues?
Or to go outside and play,
then come in side at the end of the day,
and say,
that you had fun for once,
instead of sitting around like a dunce.