Factual Fruits (RB)

In my days growing up

We played a lot outside

Perfect for blowing off steam

I never wanted to age

Staying young forever was ideal

We used to take picnics

Every now and every then

The best pastime of all

Sunny days and blue skies

Rolling down the grassy hills

Mom used to tell stories

Some of which were factual

The rest were all fibs

I just used to listen

Sitting there amazed, in awe

Munching on my tasty fruits

Days spent with good people

Can’t ever go back unfortunately

But you better know this

I will not ever forget