I Remember

I remember a time that was about innocents.

A time when you could go to the movies for thirty‑five cents.

I remember food brought by girls on roller skates carrying trays.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember playing cowboys and Indians.

The good guy wore a white hat, and the good guy would always win.

I remember cutting grass for the little money it pays.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember riding my bike down a hill

And how much fun it was, even if I had a spill.

I remember kicking the butt of a bully on the prey.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember Howdy Doody

And of course John Wayne movies.

I remember when rock and roll was here to stay.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember grease to slick back your hair

And Elvis shaking his hips everywhere.

I remember when sock hops were the phase.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember when it was twenty‑nine cents for a gallon of gas

And a student had to learn to be able to pass.

I remember when athletes played out of love, not what it pays.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember Muhammad Ali

when he would float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.

I remember when the Beatles were all the craze.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember man landing on the moon.

I remember a King and a dream that died too soon.

I remember a family that was called the Kennedys.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember black and white TV

And all the channels counted up to three.

I remember the old folks telling me about their days, and they would say,

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I guess forty years from now,

Though I don't know how,

People will look back, sigh and say,

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

STANLEY HENDRIX

9/27/08

My book of poems "DEEP DARK SECRETS" is available online at AMAZON.COM, KINDLE, and CREATESPACE.COM