Remember When...

Do you remember those gone days

back in the past when we used to

listen to art – the imprinted chords

on cassette tapes and cool records?

Do you remember those days back,

back when we used to take pictures

with thirty-five millimeters,

had them hanging like wall fixtures?

Framed in the hall, after the dark room?

And we used typewriters at work,

perhaps at home we had a loom...

Can you remember with a smirk?

Thirty cents was the price of gas

and hinges and knobs were made of brass.

Do you remember your first class?

And all that mess, the screaming kids

unfamiliar, like unmatched lids.

It's like watching an old movie

when I remember all these things.

But for me now, all is groovy

no longing for what passed, no strings.

© Rosangela C. Taylor / 04-27-09