Telephone Memories

Every one of us have special memories Of telephones from the past Like the switchboard operator But of course, nothing ever lasts I remember the black telephone we had That sat on an end table You called someone occasionally That is if you were able Because when I was a kid some years ago The neighborhood shared a line You could listen to conversations Yes, that was such a different time Depending on the kind of ring You were given by ‘ole Ma Bell Two shorts and one long, perhaps? Yes, that was the way you could tell The phone has taken on many styles As technology changed for good But it’s so much better than in the past When you shared with the neighborhood I’m sure you too have memories like I do Of the telephone you’d like to share I miss the days when the phone would ring And a real person was always there!