GoodOldDays©2022TonyFallon0823
No more do the horses pull the plow
Nor the colleen deas milk the cow
No more will the young lad cast a glance
Hop off the bike for a new romance
He's flying down the road in a car
On his way to the local town bar
His feet are heavy on the throttle
Now the fresh milk comes in a bottle.
No more dancing at the old crossroads
Nor ceilis in the private abodes
There may be no more warm turf fire glow
But all homes still have a radio
They are driving miles as commuters
With telephones that are computers
While we remember ponies and traps
They're talking about twitter and apps
The past is on the YouTube for free
Or learn about it on grandpa's knee
Alas those days are not coming back
The happy old days before Prozac
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