She's still a child just thirteen years old,
And she feels sad when stories are told.
Stories of times that seem long ago,
When there was peace and Mom made bread dough.
She wishes she lived back in that wonderful time,
When candy and bread just cost a dime.
It would be nice if people knew her name,
And if they cooked meals and neighbors came.
She wishes TV didn't really exist.
The LONE RANGER would never be missed.
She lives in a technical world and
The computer is her friend,
But how she wishes for simpler times,
Where politeness and friendship
Would never end.