Who played in the streets and paddies?
From my youth so very long ago.

Living in a time
Of uncertainity, despair, and danger.
They seemed to taken it all in strive

Children seem to adjust
To the events in their lives
They are the best survivors.

I miss seeing their eyes light up
At seeing a smiling GI
Asking for candy or a bit of some surprise.

They would call me Bac Si
A name I learned to love
I am glad I got to help them

They would circle around me
And dance with delight
As I try to sing a song they taught me

The thing I wish they would have taught me
Is illusive even to this day
How to maintain the innocence of their youth

I often wonder do they remember
Who we were and what they tell their children
About this Bac Si so long ago

Wherever you are my special friends
I still remember and reflect
How you touch my life—I didn’t forget