As It Goes By

when I was a little fellow
sitting on the front porch
waving at the Amish buggy
as it goes by
 
we weren't much different
as we were farming with horses then
but now there's a machine shed
instead of a barn
huge machinery my grandson uses to farm
 
I'm ninety now
sitting on the front porch
waving at the Amish buggy
as it goes by
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