A Firm Handshake

I remember Daddy bundling to go out in the storm,
To bring a load of coal from town to keep his family warm.
Sometimes in the midst of winter, that strong, proud dad of mine
Would be asking for more credit from Mr. Yeagerline.
That good man never turned him down. He knew Dad's word was good;
That he would pay the bill in full, as quickly as he could.
At Canfield's grocery store we'd say, "Please put it on our bill."
Often at Blackburn's drugstore we would charge a needed pill.
I used to be embarrassed with no cash for an item,
Not knowing those folks needed us just as we needed them.
Now those days are over and it is all cash on the line.
The small and trusting merchant's gone, as is that dad of mine.
I now need to show my picture before I pay by check
Or I might use a credit card or something else high tech.
The lowly little retailer is no longer around.
A business that will trust your word, simply cannot be found.
It has been driven out by all the chain stores and the mall.
The word that was as good as gold, is now no worth at all.

by: Joyce 11/13/03