The Good Ole Days

Youngsters laugh at our "good ole days" No Ipod’s, cells or weed Mom didn't give you credit cards She bought just what you need Most kids had a paper route If they wanted money to spend Your parents were your parents Not just another friend! A loaf of bread was just a dime And hand me downs the norm No school bus picked you up You had to hike it through a storm We sat around the radio The fireplace kept us warm And listened to great artists Like Opera stars perform Families stayed together Through good times and the bad Always pulling for each other And respecting Mom and Dad I wouldn't change a thing From my early childhood days We were so much better off Without these modern ways The woodshed was your punishment If you misbehaved in school For you were always expected To follow the golden rule There was never a question Of calling your Pa for bail No one I ever knew Spent any time in jail! So take your Ipod’s, pricey sneakers Your flat tv's and such I'll still take those good ole days Thank you very much There was so much love and kindness And love for country too We gave you a great foundation The rest is up to you I guess we didn't do too bad They call us the GREATEST GENERATION! Copyright©2012 Beatrice Boyle (All