THERE WAS A TIME
There was a time, I've been told,
back when I was not very old,
when women wore button shoes,
dresses reaching to their toes.
A time of buggy, wagon and surrey,
back when no one was in a hurry.
Hay took the place of gas, of course,
as everyone then drove a horse.
Back when you looked at the sky
where only birds knew how to fly.
Wilbur and Orville said "'tain't right;
it's time for man to take to flight."
A time when an afternoon's fun
was walking your sweetie in the sun,
a picnic basket of fried chicken and such;
a wonderful day and it didn't cost much.
Back when the newest craze
was the talking motion picture phase,
when popcorn was only a nickel
and true love didn't seem so fickle.
A time that lives now in one's memory,
perhaps jotted into someone's diary.
But, oh, isn't it fun to remember
our time of youth, an undying ember?
There was a time... come travel along
to where we once did belong,
there to again savor good old days
when life was simpler in many ways.