Grandpa used to run down the sidewalk as we drove away.
Anything to make the grand kids happy.
But he was younger
And I was younger,
And the willow tree wasn't fully grown yet.
Puddles always remind me of silky nightgowns
And a backyard that was my wonderland.
But that was when my grandmother was younger
And I was younger,
And words were still beautiful.
Driving away is a cheap escape,
I can't afford much.
I am trapped as being younger
Because when I was younger
My mother told me I had no means of survival.