Things used to be so simple,
Back in the good ole days.
When the worst thing was a wrinkle,
On some pants you'd iron away.
Nobody locked their front door,
And everybody said hello.
There was just one country store,
Where the gossip used to flow.
The milkman brought glass bottles,
And left them by your door.
And the milk was always good and cold,
It chilled you to the core.
There used to be an iceman,
That made his rounds each day.
And left you big ole blocks of ice,
Before he went away.
At night you'd sit out on the porch,
And hear the radio.
Through all the stations you would search,
Until The Wolfman said hello.
Neighbors would walk by, and sometimes,
They would stop and talk a while.
Just to be neighborly and say hi,
Back when I as a child.
Things used to be so simple,
And life was slower paced I'd say.
When you could iron out wrinkles,
Back in the good ole days.
12/9/10 Alton Texas
Juan Olivarez
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