NOSTALGIA
miss the hiss and skips
of albums on a phonograph
recording on new cassettes
listening to old eight tracks
please take no offense
had real musicians back then
what you heard was what you got
without all the production
remeber when bands
recorded in one take
best part about them
was hearing the small mistakes
young mothers used to talk
over the back fence
in the sisxties they went to work
been no time since
kids running through
the waterhose
dandelions tickled
their chin and nose
remember singing ring around the rosy
running from the neighborhood witch
playing nicky nine doors
seemed so much more innocent
my favorite toy
was a stocking and nylon ball
spent hours slamming it
against the sidewalk and walls
we double dutch skipped
played pick up sticks
built amazing tree nests
deep in the forest
to me the world was mine
was a much simpler time
was thrilled to hold
a shiny fish head dime
remeber when cameras
only held black & white roll
when you looked at a picture
could see the person's soul
meeting at the ice cream shoppe
for malts and shakes
standing in line for concert tickets
fun was how long it would take
printing with a
brand new sharpened pencil
tracing out fancy letters
using a cut out stencil
writing long letters
on paper with a pen
never imaging one day
i would use delete or hit send
running to catch the milkman
on a sunny Sunday
buying fresh cream
and scrumptious cheese trays
oh yes those were the days
seemed much easier in many ways
remeber asking freinds
who was that guy who sang so beautiful
or trying to think
of who scored the winning goal
used to reminisce
in our minds let questions mull
now impatience and one upmanship
has us cheating on google
i was thrilled to find chocolate in my stocking
or if Santa brought me new socks
now if kids don't get an iPad
they're bullied...teased...mocked
i dressed in my sister's clothes
those not too worn or old
flowered shirts with striped bell bottoms
looked like a clown
felt like the cat's meow
never thought i would say
i wish for those days
when i had been in such a hurry
from my past to get away
would like to go back
to when mothers went down the park slide
enjoying a moment with baby
instaed of taking selfies of me...myself and i
still travel without GPS
asking strangers for dierecions
those memories
are some of the best
miss so many things
yes so much more
but i have to stop the album from skipping
and untangle the dogs from the telephone cord