Those Were the Days

There was a day when Sunday was special

Nobody worked but always the exception

Digging through the paper for the funny pages

When found colored print, you struck gold

Will simple nature ever show its portrait again

Walking to church with dad

Wishing I had the luxury again

Soda shop

I thought what I was getting

Can still taste and smell syrup

Waking up Sunday like no other day

Aromas of roast beef and tomato sauce

Why did it smell different that day of the week

Brightness of life, hope and joy hung in the air

Please come visit me again

I miss you

Ed Sullivan was on that night

Grandpa glued to the TV as I at his side

Rolling Stones

“What kind of crap is this; guys with long hair gyrating around”

Driving round the block at sixteen

There was not a parking space around

Thought I was cool

Watching old TV shows pretending I am there

Missing smells I took for granted

Grandpa was a pain in my ass

I’d give anything now to feel the pain

I Dream of Jeannie blink me back