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The Way Things Really Were

O, the nights we couldn't stop sweating
  the porch no cooler than our rooms
Enervated, we drove down to the lake
  where 'shore patrol' lowered the boom

All those appliances that too often failed
  jalopies that wouldn't start in the cold
Lights flickering with each drop of rain
  all those folks who at 50 were old

Yet this is not what we choose to remember
  'coz memory, thank God, is selective
If not, who would ever reminisce
  over things as they were ~ so defective

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 5/1/2021 5:42:00 PM

Hello Gershon ... how true, but I must admit thinking back to my teens when I claimed forty was old - thanks Gershon - Lindsay

John Lawless

Date: 4/30/2021 2:34:00 PM

Yeah, but if three of your buddies pushed it.....fast enough....you could start the old stick shift....

Quoth Theraven

Date: 4/30/2021 7:15:00 AM

Gershon, Fine reminiscing in Rhyme. I miss all those perfect imperfections. A reflection of who we were and how far we had to go, perhaps. -Richard

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 4/30/2021 3:28:00 AM

Thanks for the memories! " jalopies that wouldn't start in the cold" For sure!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/30/2021 5:57:00 AM

No bed of roses, the past. Only in retrospect. (Hindsight is nowhere near '20/20). ~ gw

Robert Pettit

Date: 4/29/2021 8:04:00 PM

While reading this, my 2012 Fiat 500 came to my mind. It let me down too many times with breakdowns and costly repair bills. Nice write as usual, Gershon.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/30/2021 5:58:00 AM

Sure enough. Cars today are much better than they used to be. :) gw