The Good Old Days
In the good old days, I rode all over town.
Our city had so many hills that on my bike
I’d be ploughing up one street, then racing down.
Loved that bike, but still don’t like to hike!
In the good old days, I ate a lot of food!
Didn’t gain an ounce of fat till I hit puberity.
No more eating for me any more just cause I’m in the mood!
I weigh myself each morning and count each calorie.
In the good old days with my siblings I would play.
Nowadays I’m at home and often alone.
That’s okay; I’m good with either way,
and I can always call my sisters up and talk by phone.
In the good old days, I could dream of dreamy guys,
and I could date a lot of guys (get different new first kisses -
sometimes great; sometimes not!) Today I have the prize
of nearly half a century spent now as a Missus!
Jan. 16, 2021
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