Therapy Bits

I chose the 3rd painting to write my poem on!

Here it is!

Back in the day, in nineteen-oh-nine,
When time moved slow and the world kept time,
Horses clopped down cobbled streets,
While iron rails hummed distant beats.

Gaslight flickered at dusk’s soft call,
Shadows danced on a parlor wall,
Ink-stained letters, careful and neat,
Traveled weeks just to say we meet.

Men wore hats with measured pride,
Women stitched dreams at evening’s side,
Factories breathed their sooty sighs,
While chimneys wrote smoke into skies.

Newsboys shouted the dawn awake,
Coins rang sharp for a paper’s sake,
Names of wonders—flight, machine—
Spoken like magic, half-unseen.

No glowing screens, no rushing days,
Just patient hands and hopeful ways,
A future whispered, bold yet fine,
Back in the day… in nineteen-oh-nine.