In Some Ways

Different worlds, you and I Is it a blessing or a curse All the luxuries of modern living In some ways times are worse The old man spoke of younger days Time was so much simpler then He thought about the hardships And the struggles way back when The old man said I’ll tell you a story Of how things were long before Of days when families had so little In some ways, so much more He told him of the friendships That had lasted through the years And he spoke of people dead and gone And the young boy saw his tears He talked about the innocence When love was on the wing Looking out his back yard window For the first robin in the spring Playing baseball in an empty lot Sometimes fighting with his brother Picking flowers for a May Altar For Our Lord’s Blessed Mother He talked about his mother’s eyes And how she looked when he upset her Times were very difficult In some ways, so much better He spoke of days when children played Until after dark not knowing fear Of monkey bars and merry go rounds As he shed another tear He knew all the shop owners by name He had never seen a mall Riding his bicycle all summer Rolling in piles of leaves in the fall The young boy smiled and said call it progress We underestimated the cost In some ways I have gained so much And in some ways, I lost.