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I MISS THOSE GOOD OLD DAYS

 All this modern technology has it’s good side, we can see

Computers, Email, tablets digital cameras, smart TV
But more and more I miss the things that made good sense to me
Oh, how I miss those good ole days.
Remember when you brought your items up to the check out clerk
Who rang up the old cash register, which never failed to work
It didn’t spit your check back out, never made you feel like a jerk
Oh, how I miss those good ole days.
If you bought 10 cans of cat food, all at fifteen cents a can
The old cash register just multiplied and came up with a total grand
Didn’t matter if tuna or chicken, didn’t even care about the brand
Oh, how I miss those good ole days.
Nowadays, these bar codes have to put in every detail
The big computer in the warehouse so easily gets derailed
But why is it that its database can’t remember what’s on sale
Oh, how I miss those good ole days.
Remember when you could go to your bank and get your cancelled checks
When customer service was more than a slogan, and the tellers never got vexed
Just try asking for that little favor now, you will end up a nervous wreck
Oh, how I miss those good ole days.
Remember the hamburger and coneys from Verns and the milkshakes from Medley Drug?
Real meat, real sauce,. real ice cream, too, and root beer in a frosted mug?
It’s just not the same in the fast food lane when you dip those chicken “nugs”
Oh, how I miss those good ole days.
Remember sitting on your front porch in the summer’s evening haze
And watching kids play kick the can, and chase the lightning bugs rays
Having time to visit with neighbors and just sit back and “laze”
Oh, how I miss those good ole days.
Remember when school was about spelling and reading and arithmetic
When the only time you were allowed to stay home was when you were really sick
And if you got in trouble in school, your parents punished you just as quick
Oh, how I miss those good ole days.
Remember when teachers and preachers were role models and lived in public view
When they were expected to be law-abiding and live under God’s Word, too
We didn’t excuse them when they embarrassed themselves, and those they were accountable to
Oh, how I miss those good ole days.
Remember when schools were opened with prayer and a pledge to our great flag
When flying the red, white and blue was an honor and it was more than just a rag
Remember when the 10 Commandments were respected and not considered a plague
Oh how I miss those good ole days.
Written by Joan Rowden Hart 2015

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