Poetry

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In good old days so long ago,
Cars were started with a crank.
And if you had plenty of dough,
Cans were safer than the bank.

Cooking was done on a wood stove.
Grandma slaved over it long.
People wore what they sewed or wove.
Survival was for the strong.

chorus
Though good old days were once a craze,
I'd not go back if I could.
I'm happy history's through that phase.
Good old days are gone for good.

II.
Farmer's labored with horse and mule,
An acre took them all day.
Cow's provided milk and fuel,
And their kids could sleep on hay.

Children had to walk to school,
Even though miles one way.
The dunce sat upon a stool,
Until he'd learn to obey.

III.
Canned things were kept in the cellar
Dug six feet under the ground.
Pretty girls for a fellar
Were often hard to be found.

Dating called for a chaperone,
And you couldn't stay out late.
It was so hard to get alone,
To sneek a kiss from your date.

IV.
You had to walk to the biffy
Every season of the year.
Making it was sometimes iffy,
And sometimes you froze your rear.

Corn cobs would then be your best bet
No charmin would you find there.
This was as good as it would get
As you shivered cold and bare.

V.
Church services lasted hours.
The pews were of solid wood.
It took great enduring powers,
Even if preaching was good.

The sermon was often so long,
Staying awake was a chore.
They sang joyfully that last song,
As they eyed that open door.

VI.
Then, no doubt, somethings were better,
But life often was too hard.
It took weeks to get a letter.
Clothing you bought by the yard.

There was no computer or fax,
No one dreamed of a T.V.
They watched their wood burn to relax.
Children, for fun, climbed a tree.

VII.
A quill pen was state of the art,
If a letter you would write.
Colored paper then played no part,
You were limited to white.

Life was plain and life was simple,
You had to create your fun.
There was no cure for the pimple,
Anywhere under the sun.

chorus
Though good old days were once a craze,
I'd not go back if I could.
I'm happy history's through that phase.
Good old days are gone for good.

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