Days Of Old - Poem by Birdie Houston
Do you know? Have you been told?
What happened to the days of old?
When hair was done in promenade,
10 cent a glass for lemonade,
Family picnics filled the parks,
Catching lightning bugs by dark,
Screens unlatched or left unhooked,
Windows left up,
Children said, their prayers each night,
Neighbors you seemed,
To know their names,
If sick in bed,
Flowers, they'd bring
Boys and girls, grew up where,
Moms and dads were always there.
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