Good Luck With That

I come from green grass and dirt paths
From blue skies and rainy days
From junk-filled sheds and rusty workshops
From smoky grills and creaky swingsets

I come from white paneling and shingled rooftops
From faded porch steps and cobwebbed wind chimes
From foggy windows and open blinds
From wooden floors and hollow doors

I come from counting bears and barbie dolls
From The Price Is Right and Blues Clues
From stuffed dolls and the 64
From backyard golf and rainy day Sorry

I come from old chuckles and young giggles
From bare feet and Sunday dresses
From warm hugs and sweet I Love You's
From evening card games and home-made dinners

I come from crackling stereos and sleek CD's
From cheap headphones and flip-up celle phones
From cable TV and musty books
From yellow phonebooks and paper money

And you…
You talk to a wall all day
You build virtual farms all day
You stalk people who write 140-character messages
And you call my childhood boring


Good luck with that.