Yesterday's poems were serious and beautiful. Today's poem has been around for a while and seems to have been written by that prolific versifier, Anonymous. I came across it today and chuckled again as I did a few other times in the almost forgotten past.In the dim and distant past
When life's tempo wasn't so fast,
Gramma used to rock and knit,
Crochet, tat and baby sit.
When the kids were in a jam
They could always count on Gram.
But today she's in the gym
Exercising to keep slim.
She's checking the web or surfing the net,
Sending some emails or placing a bet.
Nothing seems to stop or block her
Now that Gramma's of her rocker.
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