GOOD OLD DAYS, BAH


Boiling up the water before the brake of day,
Ready for the washing, visitors stayed away,
For it took forever to get all the washing clean,
Hope it wouldn’t rain or the fire couldn’t be seen.

On the hottest day a great big fire had to be lit
So bread could be baked, or dad would have a fit.
Hang the rugs out on the line, beat them with a stick,
So get all the dust and dirt out, that’s the trick.

In winter in bed you nearly freeze in the night.
But the frost inside the window is such a pretty sight,
But worst of all, there is no trusty friend under the bed,
So down you go to the outhouse full of fear and dread.

So why were they so good, those hard olden days?
I much prefer all the modern and quick ways,
That makes life so easy, gives us time to play,
Instead of going on working to the end of day.

M Ann Margetson September 8, 1999 ©
99POEMS/Goodold (Potpurri)

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