Remember when we were kids,
the spruce saplings in backyard acreage
we tore through those – sticks and rage,
long before we misunderstood cyber-kids.
Back then, way back when, back in the day
we figured our lives were then forever
never imagined hearts we love might sever
would we really have to stay inside today
Simple solutions surrounded our lives when
everyone around, the supporters we did glean
at least that illusion gave us strength as a teen.
Nothing needed last forever way back then.
We were a now, an immediate satisfaction
long before ever a need for this gratification.
© Thom Amundsen 8/2020