"My Era"
Being born in 67,
I watched it clear till' age 11!
Upon which 6th grade ended, (cry!)
And forced me into Junior High!
That first day felt like a sucker punch.
Nobody sat with me for lunch.
And, after that, it was back to class.
(Recess was now a thing of the past!)
That new back-pack they'd said I'd need
turned out to be a friend, indeed!
Filled to the rim with assignments listed,
I couldnt believe this much homework existed!
As I staggered through my home front door,
I thought, "Screw being "grown-up" anymore!"
If "growing up" always meant feeling this beat,
I'd beg Mom to move us to "Sesame Street!"