Changing Times
It seems to me the worlds gone mad
Things now are good that once were bad
These shifting values make me sad
Society’s is out of hand
These changes I don’t understand
I feel I’m in a foreign land
I know that I am getting old
impatient, frail and feeling cold
Yet my values I will always hold
For they are what made me
Copyright © Roy May | Year Posted 2011
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