Letters and words and rhythm and rhyme
Sometimes I wish I had the time
To spend on reading and writing more
Telling of life in days of yore.
Days of yore were long ago
Ladies in dresses and hats galore
Dancing and stepping around and around
Dainty wee feet hardly touching the ground.
I’d write about walking or riding a horse
Picnics and luncheons or high tea, of course!
Painting or sewing to pass the days
Performing fine music in endless ways.
The life of a lady in days gone by
Is one I only dream of and sigh
Modern times have changed so much lately
Women, not ladies, hurry so hasty.
They haven’t time to sit and ponder
Rushing around going hither and yonder
Women today do not waltz paint or sew
Life is much faster than long ago.