Three
Times seemed so easy
Long ago
When we were young and didn’t know
We’d grow up to be someone else
Maybe full of power
Have some wealth
Or live on the streets in poverty
We didn’t know this when we were three
We knew sand boxes
Castles
Kings
Dr. Seuss
Not liberty
We’d grow up to be someone else
We just dint know
What to think of ourselves
When a dollar was a prize procession
And family was key
Our lives were so laid back
When we were three
The pools no longer an ocean
A box a spaceship
There are no longer monsters under the bed
But big dreams do lay ahead
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