A Community of Friends

There once was a time when women could cook, and men knew how to dance Education was by the book no fuzzy math or creative finance Parents visited their own parent’s homes, as the grandchildren came along And life was so much better then new words to every song There once was a time when women could cook, and men knew how to dance Hearts were pure as dogs roamed free neighbors talked across the fence Everyone shared those values true family mattering most of all Because in the end, a community of friends —let you rise and then stand tall (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)