The Life of Jack Robinson
The Life and Works from Jack
Childs Play
As I listen to the children laugh
and play,
I sometimes think back to the day,
When I too was young and carefree.
When you are a child, that is the
way it should be.
All the problems belong to the
parents, not them.
Children can change their wants on a
whim.
The fields, creeks and woods were
there.
We played games with neighbors,
without a care.
The children playing outside my
Door,
now have bikes, skateboards and
more.
Still many of their games are the
same.
Some, I wonder if they have name.
I still hear them counting for hide
and seek.
As they run someone will yell don’t
peek.
Things change but they stay the
same.
It may differ but it is still a
game.
By D. Jack Robinson 8-13-08
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