Way back when I was just a kid <br />There was a place I loved to go <br />It was called Stutzman’s garage <br />You could learn what you didn’t know <br /> <br />Because folks would come in just to get <br />A little help with their car <br />Uncle Walter knew how to fix it <br />If you didn’t have to drive too far <br /> <br />It was a friendly kind of place <br />A little gossip with some friends <br />You would pass the time of day <br />Back then it was the trend <br /> <br />Life was slower then, of course <br />No need to hurry much it seemed <br />Didn’t have too much technology <br />It was still only a dream <br /> <br />Oh how I love to go back <br />Into the old neighborhood <br />See the school where I went <br />And where life was understood <br /> <br />I kinda miss those lazy days <br />Where folks seem to be in charge <br />All that is left is a little scrap <br />Of the Old Stutzman’s garage!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-stutzman-s-garage/
