Black and White

I liked when things were black and white And everyone knew wrong from right And mostly fists were used to fight, So life seemed simpler then. When people followed traffic rules And guns were never fired in schools And voters would reject the fools; We seemed much smarter then. When meet-ups happened face to face And phones remained at home, in place And courtesy, respect and grace Were much more common then. I miss those times when stress was rare And hatred wasn’t everywhere, Or maybe I should not compare – I was much younger then.