All the penny candy stores are closed
And the kids lack vitamin D these days
But who am I to say?
I spend most of my day
In a chair with so many buttons
A jet pilot couldn't keep straight
Do you remember leaving nickels on the railroad tracks
Before they tore the trestle down, confounded by the parallax?
The trees and clouds were paper cutouts glued to the background
And all the world was aching from the sound
Scraping with a dime, left my initials next yours
Before they painted over it, we left them in the wooden horse
Breathing fried food and teenage perfume, red lips in full bloom
And I was woven in your golden loom
Now a quarter won't buy you a thing
No Charleston Chews from a vending machine
Though I'm well past my teens I still drink Ovaltine
But I'm tracking the rate of inflation's arithmetic mean