I had a sled called a Flexible Flyer
I had a bike called a Schwinn,
When I was younger a hobby horse,
before I had learned how to swim.
I think of these things as the rain dances down
and jumps cross the pane near I sit
I remember the things I did as a kid
and I wonder how I physically fit.
I still have my Lionel train
and some books by my buddy,
Yet today so it seems,
I feel most of my dreams
were boxed up and delivered in kit.
And what I miss most is
the milk and the toast
the fire’s warm glow
and the pleasure to know
Gramma’s lap was the place
I would sit