Lost In The Fifties
By Barbara Lynn Terry


I am a child of the fifties,
My teen years the sixties,
I was torn like the land of Dixie,
But yet I was strong enough to survive.

Through the years, the fifties remain,
Deep in my mental domain,
As the years when I could laugh and play,
Until the dark set on me that day.

When the dark days came,
I was unable to claim,
My stolen childhood,
As I sat in my room to brood.

So when the dark days set on me,
I sit and listen to the songs that be
From that era, so I can laugh and play
Lost in the fifties today.

© 2008 by Barbara Lynn Terry

Barbara Lynn Terry

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