I am a man of a different time.
A time where children played outside.
The street lights told you when to come inside.
There was no such thing as going online.
Even the telephone had an attached line.
To relisten to a song you would hit rewind.
And Blockbuster would ask you to be kind.

Yes, this was a time when neighbors were family.
The old lady down the street made the best cookies.
And there was always that one guy working on a car.
No tires, on cinder blocks, he never got very far.
A stray dog with no home, still it belong to everyone.
A Huffy...