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Days Gone By How I look back upon days gone by And reflect that in my endeavor to grow up, to become mature and wise and old, I sacrificed my childhood Naively trading precious jewels for common stones. I reminisce about those days gone by, Days I cannot return to. If only I had known then what I know now, That dolls are the best playmates, Teddy bears are the only friends who will never tell your secrets, And when playing dress-up with grandma’s old nightgowns Is the only time you are truly glamorous And tea served in plastic pink cups Is so much better than the real thing, That make-believe and “Let’s pretend” is where you can unleash what’s inside And cowboys and Indians is the most wonderful game. Images of myself in grass-stained and barefoot swinging, My hair blowing in the wind that was carrying away my shrieks of laughter Leave me smiling wryly, for now I would never dare commit such a crime That would ruin my perfect hair and clean clothes. And yet for all my careful manicuring and hard-earned education It was in days gone by that I was wise. 
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