Millie Gilliam
DAYS GONE BY
BY: MILLIE S. GILLIAM
IF I could turn back the wheels to yesteryear
And days gone by;
SO MANY things I would do differently,
SO MANY things I'd change.
AS I silently think; I sit here and sigh, of days gone by,
When neighbors stopped by, just to visit a while;
Or, maybe they would offer a helping hand, even help to til the land
The days when church houses were so full you couldn't get in:
Preachers preached about the hearts of many.
A time when three hot meals a day was set on the table;
With loving KINDNESS and a prayer along the way.
I-mate, Walmart, Sears and Pennies; Lazuras, Learners, Elderbearmans: ther weren't any.
To go to the mall and shop all dy wasn't heard of; WHAT was a mall anyway?
Crest Cards, Mortgages, loans a plenty; There was no need of, we didn't need any!
Grocery stores, shopping centers, FROM then until now they've grown a plenty
When you needed a meal, you went to the garden grabbed a hoe to dig potatoes,
Gathered tomatoes, corn and green beans;
Cooked with the lard you had rendered so lean.
Gasoline was a rarity, for automobiles were few and far between; walking wasn't exercise, it was a need.
AS I sit here, ponder and sigh, Thinking of yesteryear, days gone by.
I wouldn't change a thing, for this was time when life was surreal, calm and sure he.
Going back in time in my mind; life was "hard" but oh so calm.
I'd gladly trade K-mart, Wal mart, Sears , and pennies.
Shopping Malls, Fast food restaurants, debts a plenty;
Just to visit this time again, when life was the simplest it's ever been!!!!
About this poem
Inspired by today's economy. Actually written Dec. 9, 2005. MANY of the stores mentioned have went out of business since.
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Written on December 09, 2009
Submitted by milliesue_g on November 17, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,570 |
Words | 317 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 4, 3, 4, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4 |
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