Good Old Days

( By Jan Phillips )

We were poor when I was just a kid
No fast food was on our table
We had to cook to eat instead.

My clothes were made from feed sacks
Hand crafted you might say
Not ready made as they are today.

It was really hard to see at night
Because we had no electric light
But we got along alright.

I had one pair of shoes to last me all the year
When they got too small the toes were cut clear
I would get a new pair the next year.

We had an outhouse to use in the day
And we had a bucket beside the bed for dark
That we had to empty every day.

The good old days were both good and bad
They are days gone by but I’m not sad
They made me as I am today and I’m okay.

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About Jan P

I was born and raised and still live in the great state of Oklahoma in the U.S.A. I live in Oklahoma City and have lived her for over 40 years. Came from a small town in eastern Oklahoma. I was raised on a farm as my daddy was a sharecropper. I worked for the Department of Defense for over 30 years. I am now retired and trying to catch up on all the things I didn't get to do when I worked. I have written poetry for many years, but only recently started writing more since I have found a place where others can enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

2 thoughts on “Good Old Days

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    A really enjoyable poem.Childhood reminiscences can often prove a tricky subject for a poem but you have masterfully avoided the usual pitfalls of glutinous sentimentality in this pared down,straight as a die,very physical account of what these days might seem to many to be ancient history. It is a tribute to your narrative skills that you have expressed what was everyday life for most people until fairly recently,so well within the confines of a single poem.

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