The Good Ol’ Days / 9th prompt

A slice of bread,
And white at that
Covered in condensed milk
That was our snack

And sometimes that
Was dinner too
Single mother of four
Just trying to make do

Oh how I miss
Those days of old
Amidst the struggle
We didn’t fold

A time when people
Would lend a hand
Without any judgment
Or expecting paybacks

It’s sad that we
Have come so far
Technologically saavy
But cold at heart

I sometimes take a slice or two
And reminisce with my sibling too
Remembering the better days
When life’s simplicity was the way.

I pray those times will soon return
Go back to basics and relearn
To be good people from the start
And not take life to the heart


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