The old Chevy runs at its leisure That darn starter has no clout. Which means my arrival time’s unsure, And of course, the boss will start to shout?
Last week the bathroom faucet was leaking, And the toilet was in constant flow. The apartments stool needed a little fixing, What made me think Drano was apropos?
Now the furnace fan has started clicking I suppose it needs a service call. I’d love to stop that infernal ticking But they’d want all my money for the call.
When times got tough, I would call up my father And he’d listen to me on his phone. Of course, he said it was no bother, Though I tended to bitch and moan.
After a while, he would stammer, That I really didn’t have it so bad! That the old times were so much tougher Back when he was a little lad.
Back then the wind was always blowing No matter which way he had to crawl. And how the snow drifts kept on growing Those old time blizzards threatened all.
Then he’d recall his tedious schoolwork Plus the dangerous chores he had to do. How the young preacher fellow went berserk Because of some young rowdies in his pew.
I supposed, while dad meandered through his thought, There is no real reason for me to worry. That no matter how hard I have it in my lot I’m just building my own “Old Times Story”.
