The Hallowe’en season is with us once more
With its witches and ghosts and hobgoblins galore;
I s’pose that they’re just as they were as of yore,
But they don’t look the same as they uster!
For when we were kids just the sounds in the trees,
Like the hoot of an owl or a whisper of breeze
‘Round Hallowe’en time produced knocks in our knees,
But they don’t sound the same as they uster!
Yes, Hallowe’en then was a big time of year,
And we waited for weeks til it finally drew near;
Sweet cider in those days meant Hallowe’en cheer,
But it don’t taste the same as it uster!
And the same thing is true of a whole lot of things:
All life has no kick like the thrill that youth brings,
For all things around us as life onward wings
Just don’t look the same as they uster!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 4, 1934
