Good Ole Days
My Grandma once told me about the Good Ole Days.
How they had to do things - about the many ways.
Having to wake up at the crack of dawn.
Just thinking about it - makes me want to yawn.
Breakfast for the family, then cleaning happens next.
In those days - they'd be no time to text.
Feeding the chickens, gathering eggs - time to plow the field.
But we can't relax yet - though my body wants to yield.
Slopping the pigs, milking cows, and tending the horses too.
Someone please tell me - when is this day going to be through?
Going to the market could really be quite the chore.
And still I'm told there's oh - so much more.
Traveling to the nearest creek to get the laundry done.
When do we get to enjoy the warmth and sheer beauty of the afternoon sun?
Finally - we get to sit down to dinner with our family.
Grateful of our accomplishments and each other's company.
Among the many blessings I count is being in the modern age.
From their many lessons and sacrifices we can take a page.
Their wisdom and knowledge to us they did bestow.
Do not take for granted all that we now know!
Copyright © Tamara M. Kohlstaedt | Year Posted 2016
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