Andrew Crisci Poet Rhyme

Remebering When

I remember when
bell-bottom pants were a fashion;
I wore them not thinking I was a hippie
protesting war with contention...
mom was afraid I'd be drafted and lose me.


I remember when 
an ice cream cone cost only a dime,
all its ingredients were truly natural;
now, all vendors compete and mime...
one can't find that one that's sensational.

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Connie Gildersleeve June 13, 2013 at 11:07 AM Andrew you write of long ago so well. The hippe era, bell bottoms and beads. Nicely done. Warm Smiles, Connie

Nette Onclaud June 13, 2013 at 10:50 AM those were the camelot-like days and your work expresses the true essence of years past done... beautiful, bittersweet work, andrew..:) huggs

Anne-Lise Andresen June 13, 2013 at 10:31 AM - Take good care of childhood memories. - Mothers are always protective of their children. - A pleasant poem, Andrew! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :))