An Innocent Decade

Days of yesteryear shine so very bright

As Blueberry Hill rolls along, spinning round

Those white walls truckin’ along, taking

That Chevy for a drive, candy apple red

With cream.  Where have all these

Days gone?  Are they so lost no one

Can see them any more?  Time was slower,

Life a little bit better… or at least the horrors

Not spoken of so much so openly.  A decade

Lost to time, living only in memories of

The young and the old.  Lets Rock Around

The Clock Tonight!  Or, I know, I’ll tell

You to take out the papers and the trash.

Elvis isn’t dead, he’s still alive and kicking on

The radio as Jailhouse Rock is played

On the phonograph.

(c) 2003 A Riddle