For all the 50s children like born in the 1950s, what a great time that was
In bobby socks and saddle shoes, we danced, Beneath the jukebox's neon trance. Soda pops and drive-in dreams, A world in black and white, it seems.
Hula hoops and hula skirts, Petticoats a-swirling, laughter chirps. Candy cigarettes and comic books, Childhood innocence in playful nooks.
Rock and roll on crackling air, Elvis crooning, hearts aflutter, unaware. Duck and cover drills, a distant fear, The future bright, the Cold War near.
Segregation's shadow, whispers low, Civil rights rising, seeds to sow. Change on the horizon, slow and bold, A child's world shifts, stories yet untold.
In classrooms filled with desks and chalk, We learned of freedom, justice's walk. Moonshot dreams and Sputnik's light, The future beckoned, taking flight.
Now memories echo, bittersweet, Of poodle skirts and dreams so fleet. The 50s child, forever young, In echoes of laughter, a life well-sung.
