Now our Yesteryear You can’t put your finger on it but a shift has occurred neighborhoods are different A few clues lay in the losses delivery to the home what delivery thats just it Doctor’s house calls milk delivery neighborhood grocer even the mail is indifferent Anyone want to get close and peek in a nylon mail bag oh but those great leather ones
Milk delivery I don’t care if I whistle smile or sing carrying a bottle of store bought milk Where is the feeling Phil’s dad use to float or blast out of the door and sweet clinking bottles Sure you can drop plastic no breakage just an idiot plop who cares we all might as well drink silk They called it progress change they forgot one more sad word that is so fitting empty
East end grocer barrel full of kites rolls of string or Cecil doing long addition on a paper sack What about the Quonset hut on west third with a tree that’s wonder fingers touch to assure if real Ever feel comfort in a giant store feel as you know any one if only there was a button to take us back Oh to big of a hurry for all that let one materialize see the stampede and kindness would flourish again
We have more they never bothered to explain that with so much misery is part of the package Front porch social gatherings it’s just what you race a cross in this quantum age Do you remember those long summer days somehow it would draw from us the hidden sage All can refuse with effort we can stop this insanity with more heart we can turn back the page