Remember the good old days
when I’d indulge in a banana split
with my roommate after the laundry mat chore
Or summer nights in Memphis
partying on Beale Street, live blues bands
making feet happy
Sewing school clothes with Mom
playing word games with Dad
those were the good old days then,
experiences now extinct
I am living good old days now
playing foosball in the basement
with my sweetie
to endless selections on Spotify
Writing by my window watching
wildlife in the little patch of woods
walking to the lake to look
for turtles sunning on a log
Watching moon cycles,
waking without an alarm
these are the days I experience now
that at some time will be extinct –
enjoy the good now days
The Day Thirteen prompt is to write about good fortune.
This poem was inspired by The Good Old Days Are Happening Now by David Cain, and Anticipation by Carly Simon.
Photo taken at Firefighters Park in Troy, MI
Wind Rush 
Words to live by… we are still appreciating the no-alarm, the many sweet moments of the now that are so easy to miss and yet are the essence of happiness. Thank you for highlighting the wisdom in slowing down to smell the roses.
I’m curious: was “laundry mat” intentional or an artifact of autocorrect?
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Thanks for your kind words. I am not sure how to answer your question. I spelled it unintentionally like I say it with my Southern accent. I typed it as one word and the spell checker highlighted it so I thought it would be two words but that didn’t look right. I appreciate you pointing this out because I did look it up and realize it is laundromat. Good to know. I don’t use that word too often I guess but now I know! 🙂
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It works both ways, I was curious which way you intended it!
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Yes! Keep making the memories!
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Those were the days and their memories always stay with us. A very nice and lovely poem, LuAnne.
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