Back in the DayBack in the day,
We meant you and me.
To feel was to touch.
To touch set you free.
Courage and valor defined one as great -
Not being a whiney, crazed parent of eight.
When actors could act,
Performers could sing,
Reality shows starred Carson and Bing.
Back in the day,
Mail came to your door.
Wrappers bore gifts.
You walked to the store.
Ice cream trucks stopped on the corner street.
Fifteen cent big sticks, a most awesome treat.
Nice girls didn’t google, switch users or tweet.
Blackberries were juicy and raspberries, sweet.
Nice guys didn’t sag, log off or shut down.
When sex was sacred, and text, just a noun.
Back In the day, botox was unknown.
Surgery was for illness,
Cocktails for the grown.
Cells made up blood.
Breakfast, with Tang.
TVs had antennas, and
Telephones rang.
Back in the day,
You ne’er felt hella radWhen your BFF told you
Your outfit looked bad.
I.M. meant I am.
To chat meant to talk.
You swam with you tube,
And teachers used chalk.
Back in the day,
A Chevrolet brought you clout.
Cowboys re-booted before stepping out.
Blue tooth was concerning.
Hot meant close to burning.
Fruit smoothies were exotic.
Laptops, erotic.
Back in the day,
Old school was a house.
A pad for a bachelor,
And cheese for a mouse.
Word!
I’m sayin’
Feel me, and don’t weep.
Oprah continues to represent the peep (for another minute).
And back in the day, who’d ever dream
That a Black man would hold the office Supreme.
We go backwards and forwards,
Forwards and then back,
In circles, and sideways,
But land up on track.
Back in the day...
We means you and me.


