The Good Life

I miss the times
when all you needed was
a play ground

your biggest fear
was falling down
your worse pain
a scratch on your knee

I miss the times
when all you wanted
was a sunny day
and swing set

your greatest goal
was to get higher
maybe someday
you'd be at the bar

I miss the times
when nothing mattered
when your biggest responsibility
was to colour inside the lines

even then
that didn't matter