Take me back,
let me return,
to those lazy summer days.

When all I had was time,
to think, to dream, to wish,
of all the ways.

I would someday live,
and look,
and do what I pleased.

Also, I thought of why,
why, green grass,
why, blue sky,
why my friends were smiling,
and I would always feel like a cry.

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
1972