Changes
I've seen my childhood memories
In broad daylight come and go
What ones didn't fade away
Away they were thrown
From Granddaddy's Carolina farm
To the old country store
As progress keeps on moving on
While opening and slamming doors
What used to be roaming free
Home on the range
Is now a giant discount store
Open 24 hours a day
Where you can go and buy yourself
Most anything you need
Don't forget and leave your soul
Somewhere in aisle 3
And what was once neighborly love
Is now behind an 8 foot wall
With no idea of how they are
When we don't even call
With the fruit of our existence
Rotting on the vine
We should have picked it long ago
The minute it was ripe
I could go on with this forever
As each day brings a new change
Some are good, some are bad
Some should have stayed the same
But the biggest change that I've seen
From every thing that tends to leave
Is the bitter change
That I often see in me
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2018
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