I remember them
the old people
the people always telling about
the ”good old days”
back when milk was a quarter
gas less than a buck
and on and on

those old folks are gone
and now it’s me
complaining
How could gas cost $5
who pays $10 for an ice cream cone
how much for a cup of coffee!?

really?

yes
the old people are still here

and I is one

tio stib

Tags: poetry, aging, life journey, humor of sorts