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The Good Old Days

Poetry By: angel plant

Tags: Good, Days

Remember how you always hear your parents and grandparents talk about the good old days. Sometimes I think we all wish we could go back to the good old days.

Submitted:Aug 2, 2012    Reads: 16    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Remember when you heard

Your mother and father

Or grandmother and grandfather talking

About the good old days

It has happened for alot of years

How people would pick cotten

Out in the hot sun

Singing and being happy

How people would come

To see you and make sure

You was okay

Help you all they could

If you was sick

They would come from miles away

To take care of you and your family

Cooking and cleaning helping

How the prices was so low

Not like they are today

How children behaved

Did what they were told

Not like today

Where they cuss at you

Show no respect for you

Running wild doing what they want

Sometimes i think

we all wish

We could go back to

The good old days


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