Lost In The Fifties <br />By Barbara Lynn Terry <br /> <br /> <br />I am a child of the fifties, <br />My teen years the sixties, <br />I was torn like the land of Dixie, <br />But yet I was strong enough to survive. <br /> <br />Through the years, the fifties remain, <br />Deep in my mental domain, <br />As the years when I could laugh and play, <br />Until the dark set on me that day. <br /> <br />When the dark days came, <br />I was unable to claim, <br />My stolen childhood, <br />As I sat in my room to brood. <br /> <br />So when the dark days set on me, <br />I sit and listen to the songs that be <br />From that era, so I can laugh and play <br />Lost in the fifties today. <br /> <br />© 2008 by Barbara Lynn Terry<br /><br />Barbara Lynn Terry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-in-the-fifties/
