In some respects the old days were perhaps ahead of these, <br />Before we got to wanting wealth and costly luxuries; <br />Perhaps the world was happier then, I'm not the one to say, <br />But when it's zero weather I am glad I live to-day. <br />Old-fashioned winters I recall—the winters of my youth— <br />I have no great desire for them to-day, I say in truth; <br />The frost upon the window panes was beautiful to see, <br />But the chill upon that bedroom floor was not a joy to me. <br />I do not now recall that it was fun in those days when <br />I woke to learn the water pipes were frozen tight 'again.' <br />To win once more the old-time joys, I don't believe I'd care <br />To have to sleep, for comfort's sake, dressed in my underwear. <br />Old-fashioned winters had their charms, a fact I can't deny, <br />But after all I'm really glad that they have wandered by; <br />We used to tumble out of bed, like firemen, I declare, <br />And grab our clothes and hike down stairs and finish dressing there. <br />Yes, brag about those days of old, boast of them as you will, <br />I sing the modern methods that have robbed them of their chill; <br />I sing the cheery steam pipe and the upstairs snug and warm <br />And a spine that's free from shivers as I robe my manly form.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boost-for-modern-methods/
