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Gone are the days of daily deliveries at the door.
Now you have to get in a car and go out to the store.
A milkman would leave milk, eggs or juice
When in a box you left a note, so it wouldn’t get loose.

A bread man would come in the middle of the day
With bread, donuts or treats for which Mom would pay.
The insurance man came each week just to collect
Your weekly premiums so you would not forget.

Our kitchen filled with things from the Jewel Tea man,
And even clothes came from the back of a van.
The iceman came every other day to fill up the icebox
When the doctor came, you needn’t even put on your socks.

A vegetable huckster may come right by the door.
We’d run out to the ice cream truck we so longed for.
There even was a man who had furniture homemade
Who hoped you could use some for which he got paid.

So you see in the country it may seem far we have to roam,
But not when all these visitors came right up to our home.
Sometimes I miss the good old days of so much less fuss,
When we got along with less, only needing what we must.

© Copyright 1998 by Jean E. Gorney