Time Was

He looked at the old man with tobacco stains on his shirt
Then asked if times were different when he was a kid
The old man smiled and said I’ll tell you a story
About the times we had and the things we did.
Time was when we pledged our allegiance
Being patriotic didn’t make you a fool
Time was when you respected your elders
Each day God was in our public school
We had Friday night dances in the old gym
And pep rallies before the big game
A Ford was a Ford and a Chevy a Chevy
No two cars ever looked the same
We traveled around pedaling a bike
On the handlebars our glove we would drape
With eight or nine kids a game we would play
And our baseball was covered with electrical tape
We walked home after dark alone without fear
Sometimes we would go to the park
Ride the swings and merry go round, even climb trees
Carve our initials into the bark
Time was we had moral standards on TV
They played the National Anthem when day was done
Time was neighbors cared about each other
And a back porch gathering was a lot of fun
We decorated our cars in school colors before a game
We’d work on it until the sun went down
Then go to the game with carload of friends
If we won, we’d beep our horns all over town
Time was when we shopped downtown
We knew all the owners by name
Time was when the music was clean
And a smile could start a new flame.
So yes it was different, was it better or worse
They are the times I often dream of
I don’t know if they were a blessing or curse
Time was we were surrounded by love.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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November 17, 2008 at 8:10 AM
vince I didn't realize how much you have written. You have enough here for a novel of Poetry. I thought a name for your book just a thought. Going Down Memory Lane. You have a certain ability to take us back better then anyone I have read. I think it is your passion and love I can't imagine the memorabilia you have in your home from baseball cards to car model's. You strike me as the kind of gentleman that would have all those goodies. I can't waite to get started on your poem's. Michael Torres
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November 17, 2008 at 8:06 AM
Vince I am amazed at this beautiful thought provoking write of your's with those special memories you so dearly hang on to. I envy you, for being in that glorious time frame in America's. Past. Remind's me of that song. Those were the day's my friend, I thought they never end... Neil Diamond was one of my favorites growing up. You mention good music. Vince It might take me a while but I will read everyone of your poem's. They always touch my heart with emotion and I bet you can tell a story.
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July 28, 2008 at 8:23 AM
this was another great piece you did. today all the cars do look the same, back then i could name every car and the year. And you could say God in school, it was no big deal. the pep rallys were great, plus we got out of class those were great days.
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July 24, 2008 at 2:00 PM
Hi Vince. You bring back memories of a time when things were less hectic. Life seemed to have a slower pace. Loved this write. God Bless Phyl
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July 17, 2008 at 9:11 PM
Vince, I am 72 and still go dancing two or three times a month, the waltz and two-step,and cottoneyed Joe,we have a lot of dances for senior's here in OKC, keep up the great work, Oma
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July 17, 2008 at 9:02 PM
Hello Vince, this brings back such good memories, do you remember when some of the TV stations would go off the air at midnight, and that jet plane would go toward the sky,and the last words the man would say was, "higher and higher until they touch the face of God" I would stay up almost every night just to hear those words, great poem, Oma
Degenhardt Avatar
July 17, 2008 at 5:53 AM
Those were the best of times I'd say. great memories xhere so clearly portrayed for us all. Love the easy flow to this read and just the happiness I got from reading it. Michael
Beer Avatar
July 16, 2008 at 6:12 PM
Vince, I didn't know you were as old as me. This is fantastic. God Bless you, Cile
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July 15, 2008 at 4:58 AM
I think I caught the tale end of those times as a child of the 70's. I wish I could have lived in the times of which you write as a teen, now a days it's scary to think of my kids out there in this crazy, fast-paced world...no time to stop and smell the roses. Very sad. :(
Christine Avatar
July 14, 2008 at 11:40 AM
Makes me want to be a part of this. Great memories you have. Anne-Marie Christine
Sheart Avatar
July 14, 2008 at 8:50 AM
Hi Vince I love the sentiments in this beautiful poem. I know what you mean, it's like the end of an era that we remember with fondness and wish were still alive today. Everyday the void seems to get a little bigger. Truly enjoyed. Love Light Truth Patricia
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July 14, 2008 at 8:44 AM
I feel so blessed to have ever been a part of those times. Your nostalgic poems affect me deeply, and you write them so well because they mean so much to you deep in your heart and soul. I forgot about those Friday night dances. Wow. They were such a treat. Thanks again Vince, for a trip back to a beautiful time. Well done as always. Love, shar
Jordan Avatar
July 14, 2008 at 8:06 AM
Vince those days were certainly a blessing those days you could get into a fight without getting shot - at the end both shake hands and it was over - This was a very nostalgic poem - great job Vince - stay blessed my friend
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