LONG, LONG AGO
Sometimes I wonder
about these modern ways,
When life is all
hustle and go;
If we haven't forgotten
the joys of the past,
The days we will
nevermore know.
The old family album
we used to peruse,
Is now out-of-date,
so they say;
Along with the thrills
of the old swimming hole,
Where we swam on a
hot summer day.
The rubber-tired buggy
which once was in style
Is a relic of days
we once knew.
And we'll never forget
all the rides that we took
As we drove a horse
trusty and true.
And what has become of
the old grocery store,
Where we gathered on
Saturday night?
And the creek where we fished
with a pole and bent pin,
Waiting ever so long
for a bite.
Yes, it's true, times are modern
and many would scoff
At the pleasures we once
used to know.
But it's good just to wander
down memory's lane
In the days of the
long, long ago.
Howard Bigger
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