Reminisce at Your Peril

I don’t reminisce
About things I miss…
When eons back
A mere two bits bought a gallon of gas,
But now buys only and 8-ounce glass…
Of unleaded Hess.
Or when two bits bought a pint of beer,
And now buys only a shot glass full.
And half that shot on tap is foam.
Since two bits of gas won’t get you home.
And two bits of beer’s just a shot glass of Bud…
There’s too much I miss…
So I don’t reminisce.