Do You Remember


Do You Remember
I’m one of those that was a teenager in the fifties,
The only word to use is, life back then was nifty.
It’s hard for me to say this about life as it is today,
You older ones will understand, it’s in complete decay.
My dresses were all homemade and filled with starch galore,
After my mama ironed them, they stood by themselves on the
kitchen floor.
My shoes were black patent leather, and oxfords of white and brown,
Only two pair I had, one for school, the other for church and going
into town.
Our games at school were jumping rope, kick ball, and playing with
trading cards,
Our jobs at home were setting tables, washing and drying dishes, and raking leaves in the yards.
We carried our lunch boxes and our school bags, and we rode our bikes to school,
We never never sassed our teachers and we lived by the golden rule.
In summer empty lots were made into baseball fields by the
neighborhood boys,
The sidewalks were blocked by hop scotch and roller skates and jacks for the girls toys.
Always in your pocket you carried a dime, listening for the ice cream trucks bell,
Never did you go home after dark, after the street lights came on,
for surly you’d catch ….
Eileen 2013

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