As Poor We Did Not Have Poem by chas garcia

I from white they from black,
slanted eyes, red cheeks, mattered not,
Around the pole like little lambs we play,
without a worry without a care.
As in a circle we hold hands, pass the
time away, our imaginations are all
the toys we had, to culminate the passing
of these days.
Oh! How I long to remember, brings back
many memories, these were the games we played.
kick the can, hide n seek, hop scotch, simon
says? spin the bottle, but not there.As race,
mattered not, as children are one family.true
love always in the air.what has happened to
these good old days? When children not quest-
tion, were allowed to play.