An Old Couch

A country couch in a farm living room
covered with a Five and Dime brown cover.
A small indention in the center front,
where I sat with a much small back end then.

Weekends of joy as I played farm on that couch
Tractors, cars, trucks, dozers, and road graders.
Driving the indention in the center
with toy cars and roads unseen by others.

One day it was worn out, time to replace.
I cried because it was leaving my world,
a friend and comfort of my childhood,
not understanding that an old couch wears out.
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80’s Day

I remember 50’s day
in the 80’s when we had it all
big hair, big bands, metal ballads and parachute pants.
Cable television, just over the horizon

We were unique, never changing like Magnum P.I.
Don Johnson and Bo Derek were never growing old
Whitesnake, Van Halen, and Michael before he was weird and still cool.
Eight tracks and records died to cassette tapes.

Reagan was going to save us all
While the Terminator reminded us, we were doomed
We were in awe by DOS and stunned by Windows
Computers were innovative, while we typed on typewriters

Now they have an 80’s day
Where’s the beef, Like a Virgin, and headbands
It’s all retro now with spandex and leg warmers.
Foreign to a generation who never saw the music on MTV.