And That's the Way It Was

Happy thoughts we rarely hear,
As people make their opinions loud and clear.
Too much hate in this world today,
And children even have forgotten how to play.

A simple life has gotten so complex,
Without our cell phone, how can we text?
We have gotten in such a hurry we don’t take time to look,
Or maybe we just don’t care if that person we are dealing with is a crook.

Stores are too big and there is no ambience to be found,
Just the coldness of greed it is everywhere around.
Children dictating to their parents just what they must buy,
And all I can do is comment to myself then walk away and sigh.

Somewhere back down the road we must have taken a wrong turn,
Or burned downed the woodpiles where we took our children out to learn.
A sixteen year old driving a brand new car is hard for me to understand,
When I was that age if you could afford a junker, you were in demand.

Maybe I’ve outlived my time and I shouldn’t complain,
But to me life had more meaning when it was simple and plain.
People took the time to stop and chat,
And that’s how friendships are formed and I like that.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Devonshire Avatar
March 13, 2009 at 9:55 PM
Ronald, how saw we live in a world where even children "have forgotten how to play." Reading this poem, we say life in shades of gray, without color. Very well done! Regarding the prophecies, Nostradamus, the Myans and the Hopis all predicted the world will end on 12/21/2012, on the winter solstace. Scary thought, eh? Love, Carolyn
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March 13, 2009 at 5:11 PM
Beside me is a country store that houses kinda positioned themselves around. It's over 100 years old and smells of country ham, which most people will have no clue. There are benches around and men come in and sit and talk while the lady makes sandwiches and cooks. It has the best candy that you cannot find in any large store. My kids think it stinks. Its an experience in itself. Come on over Ron you'll love it
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