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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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