The Good Ole Days. . .

Life has a way

Of changing things.

We just can’t stay

In one spot.

That I can for sure say.

Gas was thirty cents a gallon,

Now we really have to pay.

Had no running water,

But what the hey.

We bathed from a pan of water,

Now it’s under a fancy shower.

We heated with a wood heater

In the living room

And froze at night in the winter

In our bedrooms

Even covered in quilts.

Many a morning I woke

With my eyelids glued together.

Had to use a warm washcloth

To get them parted.

Now we have heat pumps

That change back and forth

To set the inside climate.

Cars died before the 100k mark

Now they’re just broken in

When they hit there now.

We were poor dirt farmers

Doing the best we could.

They raised one son

Who now

Works in Security

Making good money.

And for the most of us

We called the previous days

The good ole ones.

But what will our children

Call these days

When they get old?

Who knows for sure,

But I bet to say these will also

Be called the good ole days too.

About Jim

I'm a 72 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes, I have had two. I traded my second Corvette for a Harley Davidson Fat Boy mid-summer 2019. I've already ridden about seven thousand miles. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've become certified with the American Chaplaincy Association through Aidan University in June '21. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married on 24 July 2015. She was ordained in February 2022. She has a blog too called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
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1 Response to The Good Ole Days. . .

  1. Scott says:

    Quite poignant! I constantly wish I lived in a past (or future) era–I’ve never fit-in in this era. But I cannot honestly say I’d be happier in any other (if given the chance to find out, I’d take it though).

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