In Olden Days

In olden days, without TV Or phone or laptop or PC, I might have joined a quilting bee To while away the time. I’d sit with friends and we would sew, Discussing all there was to know And all our handiwork would show We had no need for Prime. And after we would laugh and chat, The pure delight of chewing fat, We’d stash our projects, knowing that Our day had been sublime. But even then, I’m pretty sure As soon as I got home once more, I’d sit and do what I adore, Set down my daily rhyme.