ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
48/M/US Living in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas and I enjoy writing as a passtime. [September 2004]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (3) She2 (Poetry) The actual title of this poem is "She" but I couldn't post it that way here because someone else has already used that title. So I used "She"2 to get it posted. [109 words] Sleep Walking (Poetry) A poem I wrote about a dream I had... [122 words] [Humor] The Art Of Writing Poetry (Poetry) Just hav'n fun with this one... [167 words] [Comedy]
Talking To Myself Gary L Reynolds (Aka) Drtigger
Gas is too high the old man said
And everything else is too
I remember when a gallon was a quarter
And then he bit off a chew
A plug of Blood Hound was fifteen cents
And a soda pop cost a nickle
Now it's all so high we just can't buy it
What the hell's wrong with you people?
The old man said It comes down to greed
That's why it's all outa sight
Welfare checks have made folks lazy
Then he light up his corn cob pipe.
He took a puff, then he spit and grin'd
Said I used to be a farmer don't ya know
Trapped coons on the creek in the winter time
And tracked rabbits in the new fallen snow
I remember when we kept our flour
In a keg by the kitchen door
We raised hogs for bacon and lard
'Cause there were'nt no supermarket stores
Now it all comes from a store where they claim
The prices are always low
But I remember when times were hard
'Cause I'm ninety-seven years old
Ain't never seen noth'n like it he said
In all my ninety-seven years
And then he turned his head away
As his eyes filled up with tears
I chopped cotton in the summertime
Even though my feet was bare
He said, I was near 'bout thirty-two
Before I ever had shoes to wear.
Look'n back on the way life changed
I miss them good ole days
Life was much more simple then
When everyone made their own way
Welfare has made folks lazy
Or so the old folks say
I think some are just plain greedy
'Cause prices go up ever day
Then he looked up to say to me
As a tear rolled down his cheek
I gave two dollars for a gallon of gas
At the Help Ur self just last week
I went to war to keep us free
The old man said to me
Now were all just prisoners it seems
Of today's new economy
We had an ole dog that liked to tree squirrels
And the cats kept down the mice
We took our baths in a number three tub
In the living room floor ever night
We brought in water from an ole pitcher pump
'Neath a cottonwood tree out back
Mama said son you'd better use soap
'Cause the soles of your feet turned black
The ole man rambled on and on
As he seemed to speak his mind
It made me wonder how it would have been
To live back in his time
I listened to the things he said
In great surprise to see
That all at once I realized
The sad ole man ....was me!
Gary Reynolds (AKA) dr_tigger@yahoo.com
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