Go back, if you like, to the “Good old days”
With horses hitched to the plow–
The tractor is better in many ways:
Sing me a song of now.
You drool of the gals as they used to be;
The guys then were fooled, for they
Bought a pig in a poke, it seems to me;
You see what you get, today.
You may chortle of grandfather’s place on the farm
If you want to, but I’ll be mean,
And ask you just how you could see any charm
By the light of his kerosene!
And down at the end of the old board walk
Leaned a sort of cut-off dormer
Where folks collected to sit and talk;
But I can sit where it’s warmer.
The Gramophone, maybe, appealed to you
As it tinned out “Nellie Gray”.
I’ll take the radio, hot or blue,
(And I think it is here to stay).
Though Dobbin may have been fast enough
In the gone-by days of yore,
He can hardly be said to have the stuff
For Nineteen-forty-four!
by Ray Romine Sunday, November 26, 1944