I can still see my Grandmother in her old faded housedress
bent over the old wringer washer
lifting out piece by piece, each garment,
and running it through the wringer,
of her new washing machine..
Down in the musty cellar
Times were so much simpler then..
Folks were grateful then,for the little simplicities in life,
Which seemed to make life easier...
Now everything is rush rush and I just don't have the time...
No time to simply throw the clothes in the machine,
And toss them in the dryer...
Isn't it funny, how spoiled we've become..
Not as if we have to wash them on a rock at the river..
Now we rush off to the gym where we think we need to get our exercise..
Whatever happened, to everyday tasks, like cutting the grass, weeding the garden,
It used to be enough to keep us in shape...
Whatever happened to toiling away in the kitchen, to make a home cooked meal..
Instead of driving through the drive-thru..
Maybe if we all went back to a simpler time..
We'd be happier and healthier, and appreciate all that we have now..
Just a thought.. let's walk.. not run.
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:Just something I thought about today, when a friend's kids were complaining about doing the laundry.. :D