You baked your spice cake from scratch.
I add water and a can of pumpkin to a box mix.
You vacuumed your floors everyday.
You wore department store dresses and high-heels.
I wear flowing skirts and flip-flops.
My up-do much messier than yours,
Yet we can both appreciate
Drinking a hot cup of coffee on a porch swing
Watching the big trucks go by.
Or so I’ve heard.