80's Kids

80's Kids

A Poem by James Mckay

My brother and I were children of the eighties
We were daddy's pains and mama's little babies
We grew up by faith and from an old leather belt
We knew God loved us and dad's love was felt

We still had our adventures and we made it last
Our converse pedaled those Mongoose's fast
We grew up drinkin water from a water hose
And we wore a lot of hand me down clothes

Every once in a while we'd get something nice
We respected our elders and didn't think twice
We lost our mamaw early and it hit us heavy
And our dad would only buy and drive a Chevy

We were always told to be on our best behavior
And a stick from a tree was a gun or a light saber
We'd had a Glo-worm, My Buddy, or Teddy Ruxpin
We love to slip n slide, Big Wheel, and Sit and Spin

We had an Etch A Sketch and that good ol Lite Brite
I had my Star Wars blanket and my TMNT night light
Saturday morning cartoons of Transformers and GI Joe
And getting Mario to level eight on my original Nintendo

Drinking kool aid and Tang, getting our sugar count higher
And pulling each other around laughing in our Radio Flyer
Sometimes we were daring and even up to no good
Jumping our bikes we put together of bricks and wood


There was tv dinners and them Hollywood video movies
We watched E.T. and Gremlins, Disney or the Goonies
Shootin our BB guns at each other or at aluminum cans
Our imagination was used so much for I loved being He-Man

Where classic country played as did the Dukes of Hazzard
And when mom opened the door, it look like a total disaster
Then we got in our teens and the nineties came along
That my friends is another decade and a totally different song!

by: James W. Mckay
       August 3, 2023

© 2023 James Mckay


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James Mckay
James Mckay

San Antonio, TX



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