No Dryer Yet
Yes, we had a washer, but no dryer yet
So we hung our clothes out on the line to dry
with those old wooden clothes pins, you know
and after dinner we retired to the balcony
to sit and sip tea, often with neighbors
who dropped by to catch up on the local gossip...
Those nights seemed to go on and on, at least
until my bedtime, 9:30 p.m. -- so unfair! -- at
which point the 'adult talk' commenced, an
occasional burst of laughter punctuating the air...
Seems nobody's got time for each other on
our old block these days -- the balconies sure are
empty at night -- or else perhaps folks just got
so busy with their new-fangled dryers, flat-screen
TVs, smartphones and whatnot
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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