Old men play baseball in their heads. Young men play on a field. It is tough to say who enjoys the game more.
Where are the little green plastic Army men?
Where are the minnows in the creek?
Where are the baseballs and bats and gloves?
Where are the nuns in black habits?
Where are the rulers and pencils?
Where are the wooden desks?
Where are the baseball diamonds in the park?
Where are the playgrounds made of asphalt?
Where are the tiny black and white TVs?
Where are the libraries filled with books?
Where are the buses belching gas?
Where are the Churches with tolling bells?
Where are the parents and teachers dispensing discipline
with paddles?
Where are the clean streets?
Where are the families with two parents and two children?
Where are the Department stores?
Where are the book covers made from garbage bags?
Where are the bagboys and girls?
Where are the Christmas bell ringers?
Where are the kids mowing lawns on weekends?
Where are the paper carriers throwing newspapers on the ground?
Where are the crystal radios under the pillow?
Where are the Lone Ranger lunch boxes?
Where is my youth?