When I grow up and I get old

When I grow up and I get old,
All my children will be told,
Of times of trains and wooden cars,
Lying on grass looking at stars.

And people will say "my my what a world",
Steam trains and cars are all so old,
So long ago did they snail by,
And metal things flew in the sky.

Old and frail to them I may look,
Like a discarded torn old book.
But in my heart I will still dance,
Remembering the times of fun and romance.

The times of peace, of joy and calm,
When no one ever came to harm,
When people stop and ask, "How are you?"
All the summer and winter through.

Instead these days the world rushes by,
Not even time to stop and sigh,
To look at what we are doing to ourselves...
...Oh-what-a-world.

So if we don't stop, slow down and hold on,
There will never be time to sing a song,
Never time to say, "How are you?"
Like they used to stop and do.

We will say goodbye to what we knew,
In the olden days passed through,
If we don't look around and see,
There's so much more to life to be.

So the next time you go rushing around,
Never able to hear a sound,
Remember there is more to life,
Then wooden cars, trains and bikes.