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The Good Old Days
~Memories~
~*~ The Good Old Day's ~*~
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Are By....Unknown Authors.  If  There Yours Then
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~ The Good Old Days ~
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.

Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bytes.

An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.

Memory was something you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3-in. floppy
You hoped nobody found out.

Compress was something you did to the trash
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for a while.

Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode.

Cut you did with a pocket knife
And paste you did with glue
A web was simply a spider's home
And a virus was just the flu.

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory that's in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens they'll wish they were dead.
~ Wondrous Things ~
Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings
Bundles of magazines tied up in string
These are a few of my favorite things.

Cadillacs and cataracts and hearing aids and glasses
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the pipes leak
When the bones creak
When the knees go bad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.

Hot tea and crumpets, and corn pads for bunions
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions
Bathrobes and heat pads and hot meals they bring
These are a few of my favorite things.

Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinnin
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinin
And we won't mention our short shrunken frames
When we remember our favorite things.

When the joints ache, when the hips break
When the eyes grow dim
Then I remember the great life I've had
And then I don't feel so bad.
~ I Can't Remember ~
~ Dreams Of Yesterday ~
Just a line to say I'm living,
that I'm not among the dead,
though I'm getting more forgetful
and mixed up in the head.

I got used to my arthritis,
to my dentures I'm resigned,
I can manage my bifocals
but God I miss my mind,

For sometimes I can't remember,
when I stand at the foot of the stairs,
if I must go up for something,
or have just come down from there.

And before the fridge so often,
my poor mind is filled with doubt,
have I just put food away,
or have I come to take some out?

And there's the time when it is dark
with my nightcap on my head,
I don't know if I'm retiring,
or just getting out of bed.

So if it's my turn to write to you,
there's no need for getting sore,
I may think that I have written
and don't want to be a bore.

So, remember that I love you
and wish that you were near
but now it's nearly mail time
so I must say good-bye dear,

There I stand beside the mailbox
with a face so very red,
instead of mailing you my letter,
I opened it instead!
In dreams of yesterday I wandered back
to my Grandma and Grandpa's place.
As I walk along the old farm road
familiar places bring a smile to my face.

I can hear my Grandma sweetly singing.
" Silver Threads Among The Gold,
And Peace In The Valley "
Her voice as sweet as years ago.

She tells me stories of when she was young
As we bake that big apple pie,
Of how my Grandpa would court her
And even now, he has that sparkle in his eye.

I knew it was the same sweet Grandma
that had cradled and watched me grow,
She taught me how to treasure life,
Now, and in those days I used to know

I was thinking of my Grandpa too,
When I heard someone call my name.
I looked and saw his face so dear,
It seemed I was a child again.

As we strolled together to the barn
His care and love surrounds me,
We come upon a newborn fawn
who was at his mother's knee

My Grandpa was very kind and gentle
Though wisdom was his lot,
He taught me many things in life
The most important I never forgot.

In dreams of yesterday I wandered back
to my Grandma and Grandpa's place.
I walked along the old farm road
familiar places bring a smile to my face.
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