Old School

She wasn’t ordinary

She was casted from a mold

that doesn’t exist any more

Her champagne as she would called it was

Hot water with a splash of milk

while she sucked on a hard candy

If  she didn’t have the candy

it would be stale bread

We weren’t allowed to throw  any bread away

She wasn’t ordinary by any means

The extension of her fingers were a needle and thread

And if her foot had any lead

it was meant for the paddle of the sewing machine

She could make a pattern for a dress

by cutting the design from newspaper

Old school passion

there weren’t any rules

just pure imagination

Her cooking wasn’t a recipe

From cookies to soup

It all came from a stewing passion

She wasn’t……

She was Bub

She once clocked a guy who was trying to steal her pocketbook

I just want to say how I miss her so

Those memories of Bub always remain

etched in my mind as it was yesterday

Because the kind of person she was

are few and far between

These are the people we must remember

They stood for passion

& their morals

unlike what we have now

A society that speaks of MORALS

& PASSION but has no basic understanding

of what these ideals stand for

She was old school

She was bubby

And for this I will always be grateful for being schooled



17 thoughts on “Old School

  1. Oh my goodness…that was so beautiful, Sheldon. I love the cadence to it, the style, the words themselves and the images they create. One of your best ever, as far as I’m concerned. Keep ’em coming, man!

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