Oh for the old days
When life was so sweet,
Not a worry in the world,
And life was complete.
Out at the fishing hole,
Lazing in the shade,
Oh for the old days,
We sure had it made.
Home before sundown,
A stringer of fish,
Supper was ready,
Mom set a great dish.
Up in the morning
At the crack of dawn,
A deer in the field,
Watching over her fawn.
Each day a new wonder,
Without any strife.
What ever happened
To such a wonderful life?
By Don Rothra