When Things Were Easier

Things were easier when I was young, irresponsible, and reckless.
When I could spill a cup of grape juice on the once stainless white carpet and not have to clean it up,
When I had dreams that I believed would come true,
When I could go on the swing in the backyard and try to reach the warm sun with my small, chubby hands.
Things were easier when things were full of color like an endless rainbow,
When I could go to school and I take a nap and play carelessly with the plastic jungle animals,
When I didn’t have to worry about what people thought of me,
When everyday was a new and exciting one.
Things were easier when I had time to take a fresh breath and smile,
When I could cry about nothing and people would think its okay,
When boys had cooties and they needed to stay away,
When everything had a million possibilities.
Things were easier when everyone was a friend,
When I didn’t have to think about the consequences of my actions,
When my parents and I always got along,
When the biggest problem I had was the scrape on my knee that wouldn’t go away.
Things were easier when I could appreciate something as simple as a golden dandelion,
Or when I was fascinated by a small ant searching for food,
When I had no real issues and everything was perfect.
I would do anything for life to be that easy again.
I would do anything for life to be that good again.
It was better then.
It was better when all my friends loved me,
When my imagination was all I needed to keep myself occupied.
It was better when there was no Facebook or Myspace or Twitter, and no one cared about what you had for lunch that day or what you did with your friend last week.
I wish I could just live my life how I used to.
When things were easier.