GOOD OLD DAYS

Penny candy in a bag and nickel ice cream cones,

Wringer washers and coal burning stoves,

No TV, just Radio, and party lines on the telephone,

Chamber pots and out-door sheds...three children to a bed.

One room schoolhouse with inkwell in desk,

Bobby pins in my mother’s hair,

Oleo in bag...red dot in the middle,

The smell of bread filling the air.

Drawing our water from the pump outdoors,

Dipper in pail for all to share,

Wash tub filled for Saturday baths,

Cleanest kid first, dirtiest last...if dare.

Just one car and one telephone,

Operator asking, “Number, please.”

Church on Sundays, rain or shine,

Milk delivered on porch...the cream would freeze.

Little Sally saucer and farmer in the dell,

Stoop tag kick the can, and playing with a pal.

Marbles and jump rope and mother may I…

Leaving mud pies in the sun to dry.

Now, it’s computers and large screen TV’s,

Some have one, but others have three,

Locks on doors and toys found galore…

The central theme in life is...me.

I’d love to return to my childhood days,

When life was simple...at least for me,

For mom and dad, those days were hard,

I think it best, those days I don’t see.