Signs of My Times Fears of My Peers
Signs of My Times
Fears of My Peers.
There were little signs
When I was a kid
Prominently posted
Certainly not hid.
They were a little rhyme
To gain parents attention
To warn them of costs
It family lacked “retention”
You could find them
In every little gift shop
The purpose of course
Was to get kids to stop
They weren’t written by a sage
Or some really deep thinker
It was only a reminder
Your kid may be a stinker.
Lovely to look at
Delightful to hold
But if you break it
We mark it sold.
That was the “posted” word
Some 50+ years ago
I think things are different
The signs seem to show.
Now they’re about cameras
Whose intimidating eye
Is watching you closely
Here is the “Why”
Because long years ago
The threat was ‘busy’ kids
Now it’s big sticky fingers
With big pockets well hid
It’s not careless small children
Or distracted supervision
It’s shop lifting thievery
That’s caused this revision.
Jewelers now show
One ring at a time
Another might be replaced
With a thin silver dime.
Expensive smaller items
Now come with small strips
To catch “careless” folks
Who may strap to their hips
New CD’s or DVD’s
Video games right and left
Almost any item in stock
Can be subject to theft.
But I’ve no little shop
Why this growing concern
There’s a “by - line” to this
It’s something I learn
It’s in medical journals
And on my doctors lip
Watch where you walk
You don’t want to slip
You may find yourself riding
A 4 wheeled E.R. gurney
Something like that could be
The end of your journey
So as I’m sitting there
In my lazy boy chair
I look over at my loved one
I don’t mean to now stare
But I remember those signs
From long years now past
I am reminded our body
Wasn’t built to long last
She’s so lovely to look at
Delightful to hold
But if either one falls
We may shatter I’m told.
I guess I was reminded
By our local weather man
Who loves winter snow
Will bring it soon as he can
But winter is wrought
With slick ice under foot
I fear for our health
With one slip it’s ”kaput”.
So in the days that follow
You’re in a parking lot
Just covered with black ice
A “gray hairs” in a tough spot
Count now to ten
You’re spry and well fit
Remember your elders
You can help them a bit.
Allow them a moment
To get safely in their car
It may mean the world
To keep them out of “ER”.
Written by oldbuck, Oct. 4, 2017 in a pensive moment as he thought about changing times, changing weather, his “golden years” and the variety of concerns those topics bring.
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