The Days of Old
I never will forget the days of old
when having neighbors meant more to us then.
I think that for technology we’ve sold
the sweetness of the way things were back when.
I used to read the tales of Nancy Drew
but couldn’t buy the books since we were poor,
but nearby was a rich girl that we knew.
To borrow books from her, I’d run next door!
We’d borrow other things like sugar and
the butter for the cookies Mom would make.
At Christmas, having neighbors was so grand,
for treats to one another we would take.
We’d talk outside on porches, so laid back,
and I would play with neighbor kids all day.
Conveniences today we do not lack;
Dang cell phones rule, and that’s the modern way.
Feb. 2, 2023
for Sotto Poet's Acquaintance And Neighborhood Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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