Had to really count?
The milkman
used to go
From door to
door,
And it was
just a few
cents more
Than going to
the store.
There was a
time when
mailed letters
Came right to
your door,
Without a lot
of junk mail
ads
Sent out by
every store.
The mailman
knew each
house by name
And knew where
it was sent;
There were not
loads of mail
addressed
To "present
occupant."
There was a
time when just
one glance
Was all that
it would take,
And you would
know the kind
of car,
The model and
the make.
They didn't
look like
turtles
Trying to
squeeze out
every mile;
They were
streamlined,
white walls,
fins
And really had
some style.
One time the
music that you
played
Whenever you
would jive,
Was from a
vinyl,
big-holed
record
Called a
forty-five.
The record
player had a
post
To keep them
all in line
And then the
records would
drop down
And play one
at a time.
Oh sure, we
had our
problems then,
Just like we
do today
And always we
were striving,
Trying for a
better way.
Oh, the simple
life we lived
Still seems
like so much
fun,
How can you
explain a
game,
Just kick the
can and run?
And why would
boys put
baseball cards
Between
bicycle spokes
And for a
nickel, red
machines
Had little
bottled Cokes?
This life
seemed so much
easier
And slower in
some ways.
I love the new
technology
But I sure do
miss those
days.
So time moves
on and so do
we
And nothing
stays the
same,
But I sure
love to
reminisce
And walk down
memory lane.
With all
today's
technology
We grant that
it's a plus!
But it's fun
to look way
back and say,
Hey look,
guys, THAT WAS
US!
