When I was a lad, summers were longer.
Families were closer, and somehow stronger.
There were surely more birds and butterflies
That flitted and fluttered and filled the skies.
I could be wrong — but I'm not!
Roads were much quieter — less traffic you'd see.
The grass was greener, and advice was free!
We played in the street, enjoying our games.
Neighbours were friendly — we knew all their names.
I could be wrong — but I'm not!
We hadn't much money, but life was grand!
We walked to the shop with coppers in hand.
Big jars of sweets were there on display,
And we'd choose from different jars each day.
I could be wrong — but I'm not!
Life was much simpler and worries were few.
Dad stoked the fire and mother made stew.
We'd all play Monopoly after our tea.
Back then not many folks owned a TV.
I could be wrong — but I'm not!
Nowadays kids have oodles of stuff,
And still they want more. It's never enough!
When I was a lad I had what I'd got —
Not very much, and that was my lot!
I could be wrong — but I'm not!