Youth today, will never know the joy we had.
Which is so sad.
We, of older years, remember when at twelve.
When that voice would guide you through the presence of God.
Right before the television went off.
Oh, you went to sleep.

Yes, youth today, will never know the true imaginary mind.
When you would make up your own go cart?
By messing up a real tricycle to do it.
Or the love of parents, sibling playing with you over play food.

Or the days of a creative mind.
Hide and seeks, which many would try the hide and get themes too.
Being a kid back in the day was a joy.

Oh, and when it came to church.
We knew?
Parents had this unwritten better act right rule.
Yes, we knew.
Cross it, if you like.

Well, this tar and feather you I never got.
But we knew not to talk back.
And hate to admit it.
It might take a sibling to teach you why?

Man of us know why our parents so loved by us.
They might not all been the best.
Least, they show us respect.