Born in the 50s

 

Born in the 50s when things were very different I thought I would write this

In the heart of a bygone era, where childhood dreams took flight,

Amidst the warmth of the fifties, a boy's spirit shone so bright.

With hands that tinkered and minds that soared,

He crafted go-carts from wood and pram wheels, his imagination assured.

Through sun-kissed days and starlit nights,

He'd roam the streets, a beacon of delight.

His laughter echoed through the lanes,

A symphony of youth, erasing all pains.

With sticks and blankets, he'd build his forts,

A kingdom of his own, where dreams took port.

In those makeshift realms, he'd reign supreme,

A king of adventure, living out his childhood dream.

The world was his canvas, a playground so vast,

Where imagination reigned, defying the past.

With every turn of the wheel, every leap and bound,

A childhood unfolded, where joy abounded.

Oh, the innocence of youth, so pure and true,

In a world of make-believe, where dreams came true.

A boy's spirit, forever etched in time,

A reminder of the beauty, in childhood's prime.

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