The Good Old Days
Whatever happened to the good old days,
when your phone would ring
and people called, just to say hello.
When the days seemed longer
and the work hours shorter ,
when laughter was heard from your neighbors
porch and there was always coffee on;
Whatever happened to the good old days,
when children would play outdoors
and we always made time for each other.
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