William Burke Poet Rhyme

THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS

THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS

I HEARD DAD TALK ABOUT HOW IT WAS WHEN HE WAS YOUNG.                                                        HE SAID EVERYONE WAS HAPPY, THERE WERE SONGS TO BE SUNG.                                                    NOT LIKE TODAY, WITH INTERNET TROLLS AND BLOGGING SITES.                                                     IT WAS BEACH PARTIES AND ROMANCE THAT TOOK UP THIER NIGHTS.                                               THEN I SAW GRAMPA LOOK AT GRANDMA COOKING IN THE KITCHEN.                                                HE SAID, SIT DOWN SON THERE’S SOMETHING THAT YOUR MISSIN.  
HE SAID, THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS.                                                                                               WITH HOLIDAY PARTIES AND GRAMMAS’ OLD WAYS.                                                                         SHE COOKS FOR EVERYONE, LIKE IT OR NOT.                                                                                             BE HAPPY ABOUT HER AND THE GOOD THNGS YOU GOT.                                                                     WHEN TIMES GET HARD AND WE ARE NO LONGER HERE,                                                            THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT YOU WILL REALLY HOLD DEAR.
I HAD A COUSIN, HE WAS AN IMMITATOR, A HIPPIE WANNA BE.                                                          ALL HE TALKED ABOUT WAS. WOODSTOCK AND WHAT IT MEANT TO BE FREE.                                HE LIVED IN THE PAST; SAID HE WAS JUST BORN TOO LATE.                                                                   HE SAID I SHOULD HAVE BEEN BORN LONG AGO BUT I GUESS THIS IS JUST MY FATE.                         I POINTED TO GRAMPA WATCHING GRAMMA IN THE KITCHEN                                                             I SAID MAN YOU BETTER WAKE UP BECAUSE THERE’S SOMETHING YOU BEEN MISSING.
AND I SAID, THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS, WITH HOLIDAY PARTIES AND GRAMMAS’ OLD WAYS.                                                                                                                                                          SHE COOKS FOR EVERYO ONE, LIKE IT OR NOT; BE HAPPY ABOUT HER AND ALL THE GOOD THINGS YOU GOT.                                                                                                                                    WHEN TIMES GET HARD AND THEY ARE NO LONGER HERE, THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT YOU WILL REALLY HOLD DEAR.
THEN I SAW GRAMPA HUG GRAMMA, HE PUT HIS HANDS AROUND HER WAIST.                              HE WAS SMELLING THE FOOD AND LOOKING FOR A TASTE.                                                                  HE ASKED HER IF SHE NEEDED HELP, IF THERE WAS ANYTHING SHE WAS MISSING.                          IT WAS THEN I CAUGHT THEM KISSING IN THE KITCHEN. 
AND I REALIZED, THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS, WITH HOLIDAY PARTIES AND GRAMMAS’ OLD WAYS.                                                                                                                                                      SHE COOKS FOR EVERYONE, LIKE IT OR NOT, AND I’M HAPPY ABOUT HER AND THE GOOD THINGS I GOT.                                                                                                                                               WHEN TIMES GET HARD AND THEY ARE NO LONGER HERE, THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT I WILL ALWAYS HOLD DEAR.

                                                EW.

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