Whenever I visit my home state in which I was born and raised, I always run into someone that is willing to remind me of the wonderful wintry days that has long passed and gone. They always start, "Remember the old days….
I do remember the old days,
When I was young and bright.
Products were very cheap
Food was cooked just right.
I loved to go to Church picnics
And socials that were in school
Oh how innocent the girls were
The boys they were so cool.
Those days of old have gone
traded for the life of today
Oh how I miss friends of old
And the games we used to play.
To day when I go to Kentucky
I try to seek out old friends.
I ask about them one by one
I am told of their untimely end.
They remind me tho of old times
And the things we held so dear
Of special events that we shared
The fun things of yesteryear.
So when I in the mirror look
I see one much older now
wrinkles that are brand new
A shiny head and one gray brow.
You call it Kentucky, I call it Kaintuck
I am a native of this land
From west to east applachia
For old Kaintuck I live, I stand.
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