Written for: Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #27: “Things Were Different Back Then” (posted by Magaly)
“If you’ve ever been in the presence of a vintage soul (AKA someone who has lived more than a few decades and who stays in a constant state of bewilderment in the face of their perception of change), then it is very likely that you’ve heard a version of “Things were different back then.” The words are often accompanied by looks and sighs that are pure longing… unless the change in question refers to something nasty or hurtful or worse, in which case the pronouncement is probably coated with relief or shrouded with inherited rage.”
Go out and play
get some fresh air,
it’s a beautiful day.
Remember, play fair.
Dad sent us to the corner
for his beloved Dutch Masters,
cigars that would surely restore
him, when when his horse came in dead last.
We took buses and trains
thinking nothing of it
never scared, it was our domain.
We’d buy orangeade and donuts
at Chock-Full-Of-Nuts, then buy some
45s, with Sides A and B.
Take the train back home and run
to get in for supper, promptly.
It is a tougher world for kids
these days, making them tense and stressed.
I wish them joy, friends to play with,
and recall of days that seemed best.