Do
you remember the old country store,
Where everyone liked to go,
Some just sat around on wooden stools,
While others had stories that they told.
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I'll bet you remember the pickle barrel days,
When a big dill pickle was a treat?
Well now things have changed a bit,
A treat today is always sweet.
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Our kids want sweetened cereal,
And marsh mellows for a roast.
And birthday parties can't be done,
Without a Piñata of candy for the kids to burst.
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Some say, only to be a kid again!
But once around was enough for me.
I liked the good old days okay,
But I've had all I want to see.
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I like being where I am I think,
Except for the aging thing.
Guess I'll have to deal with that though,
For all the good it brings.
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We are a once around creation,
In this world we see each day,
So chalk up each lesson that we learn,
As we tread along life's way.
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It's been a pretty long lesson for me,
And most will say the same.
But life is just a treasure of memories,
Not just a game we play.
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Our past we leave behind us,
Should be a legacy of respect,
That our children and grandchildren,
Would cherish, and never would reject.
Faye Reyenga © 9 / 09 / 2008
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