Past Forward

I packed my plaid valise For a journey from the past. I didn’t know exactly Just how long my trip would last. On my feet were comfy saddles, On my neck my favorite dickey. I was thirsty so I bought myself A tall and cool lime rickey. Though I’d miss my new Victrola, My transistor was along. I could listen to the Good Guys When they played my favorite song. On the bus ride to the subway, As my driver gave me change, I saw he was chewing Sen-Sen And I thought it kind of strange. Near the subway I got pizza At the special lunchtime price – Just a quarter for a soda And a dripping-oil slice. Then I used a dime and nickel, Got my token for the train; Caught my stockings on the wicker seats- Man, is that a pain! As I started my excursion, Leaving all I knew behind, I was filled with awe and wonder At the future that I’d find. But a tiny nagging feeling Made me question my whole trip, For there might be certain changes That could make me lose my grip. Then I settled in, deciding I would simply wait and see. After all, it’s just the future, And how different could it be?