Lay Back Days and Golden Pocket Books

The seventies for me were lay back days
after Vietnam and all the sixty insanity,
we didn’t have cable or personal computers,
movies didn’t need to be so graphic,
lacked ATM debit cards
and things were far more simple and sublime,
even comics learned to share a smile
with a special clever twist of irony.

Gas was only a buck per gallon,
dinner at McDonalds for two a mere five dollars,
amusement parks didn’t charge a day’s wages as admission,
there were countless scenic spots
who cater more to ambience and quiet pleasures
than souvenirs and over priced entertainment.

So many places to share with friends,
a certain innocence of being unblemished by commercialism,
where time seemed to hold its breath
while we savored every sensory treat.

Without the internet
life had a certain virginity of information,
no web sites existing to constantly peddle fear and paranoia,
talk shows were tame and not about,
insanity of people doing stupidity
while blaming others.

You couldn’t forget Watergate or the War,
but in the ease of affordable days
it all had its own special charm,
looking back with age eyes,
knowing I can’t go back to them again.