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Too Damn Old

I was here when television wasn’t… Movies in color were still a new thing Cars were mostly black I was here when jet planes weren’t… Telephones were bulky and hung from the wall Most every town had a railroad track I was here when satellites and smartphones didn’t exist Cars were smoky and clunky And streetcars were the best way to ride I was here when school buses were still in the future When calculators and computers were Science fiction And kids actually played outside I was here before electric cars were ho-hum Before TVs became huge and slim And fridges were actually cooled with ice I was around before there were Adidas or Nikes Before slim legged jeans and Bikini bathing suits Gotta admit… those last two are nice I was old enough to be able to read the “whites only” signs Before there was such a thing as “Equal Rights” And blacks always got the short end of the stick I was around when fried chicken was always home cooked And Tater Tots were not thought up yet Fast food still in the future takeout definitely not quick I was here before Supermarkets were… Here when we feared being bombed at night I was here when clocks tocked and ticked I lived when milk was delivered And the only kind had cream on top When coal smoke clouded the air I was around when curse words were reserved for pool halls Radios and pianos were the sounds that filled our ears And orange and purple were not for hair I was around before constant change became the norm When things were repaired instead of thrown away And plastic instead of paper took hold I used to pine for the good ol’ days Now I wish I could change with the times But I’m just too damned …old!!... 309 words

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