Was A Time

Was A Time

A Poem by D. Mansfield

Was a Time


Time when a neighbor would help you out, painting the old garage

Time to drink a beer with you, or help you find your dog.


Time when if you were short an egg, it was no big deal,

Over to the neighbors we'd go, so welcome, they would make us feel.


Time when fireworks were special, we only had them on the fourth.

Our parents taught us discipline, we had to put it forth.


Time when snow would fall, quietly it would blanket the city,

Everyone shoveled their walks, on the postman we all took pity.


Time when grandparents were enjoying their retirement, from jobs they had worked all their life

Back when it wasn't necessary, to raise your grand kids with your wife.


Time when we had time for everyone, even time to be civil

Time to watch the setting sun, and make pancakes on a griddle.


Bleed the brakes, change the oil, Time we could work on our cars

Time when the kids were home by dark, there were millions of shooting stars.


Time when our milk was put on our porch, in little metal boxes.

Time before the earth was scorched, and third world countries mocked us.


Id like to go Back to those simple pleasures, sitting in the yard..

Maybe you can find time, to come sit with me, maybe play some cards.

© 2025 D. Mansfield


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Save me a seat Danny. I used to play great cards at ten. Time to play again. Related to your memories here with great fondness. Beautiful poetry. Warms the heart with nostalgia.

Chris

Posted 38 Minutes Ago


I can change oil, D., and the battery, and transmission fluid AND the filter.

Idk, things have changed so much.

Posted 4 Hours Ago


Oh, you're good!

I love how you can make the rhyming word make so much sense!

Posted 15 Hours Ago


D. Mansfield

3 Hours Ago

Thank you, that's tall praise coming from. You
Dessi

3 Hours Ago

I just know what I like, D.
I would and will. We have become compartmentalized because of technology. We communicate in this bizarre way without ever even touching each other. It is so sad...
Save a chair for me.
j.

Posted 16 Hours Ago


D. Mansfield

15 Hours Ago

I will indeed

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