1958


I wish I lived in '58,
where diner waitresses served on skates.
Milkshakes and malts were all the rage,
teenagers broke free from the society cage.
Records, jeans and so much more,
all you need at the corner store.
Greasers, squares all the same,
many young artists rose to fame.

Buddy, Ritchie, the Bopper too,
alive and well, their music new.
Rock and roll was there to stay,
the adults failed to push it away.

Life seemed simple, easy and fun,
No fancy technology, just the sun.
Everything was loud, fresh and new,
In 1958 there was much to do.

But here I am in 2012,
memories of the past on my shelves.
I wish I could have lived back then,
if it's possible, tell me when.

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