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More poems about the good old days
OLDEN DAYS
Can you imagine a time of horses
clattering on a cobbled street,
No fast cars or great big trucks
for us to always meet,
A slower time before automation
and power could be found,
Gas lights and pretty candles gave
a warmer glow
As passed homes of rich and poor
we quite slowly go.
No television or radio to help
you to relax at night,
No movies or loud CD player
to fill you with delight,
Very few things of pleasure for a
special exciting treat,
But after ten or more hours at work
all you need is sleep and to eat.
No real hustle and bustle like the
pace that we know,
No rushing home through heavy traffic
to watch your special show,
No computer or internet to use
for many a long hour,
No hot water for a nice warm bath
or a refreshing shower.
Maybe it was not cracked up to
what we think it would be,
Some things I would miss for sure
that I can now see,
Other things I’m sure I’d like ,
of that I am sure,
As long as I could write, other
things I maybe could ignore.
Except for running hot water so
I could feel clean
And means of warmth and comfort
when the wind was keen.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson December 22, 2002