In Some Ways
Different worlds, you and I
Is it a blessing or a curse
All the luxuries of modern living
In some ways times are worse
The old man spoke of younger days
Time was so much simpler then
He thought about the hardships
And the struggles way back when
The old man said I’ll tell you a story
Of how things were long before
Of days when families had so little
In some ways, so much more
He told him of the friendships
That had lasted through the years
And he spoke of people dead and gone
And the young boy saw his tears
He talked about the innocence
When love was on the wing
Looking out his back yard window
For the first robin in the spring
Playing baseball in an empty lot
Sometimes fighting with his brother
Picking flowers for a May Altar
For Our Lord’s Blessed Mother
He talked about his mother’s eyes
And how she looked when he upset her
Times were very difficult
In some ways, so much better
He spoke of days when children played
Until after dark not knowing fear
Of monkey bars and merry go rounds
As he shed another tear
He knew all the shop owners by name
He had never seen a mall
Riding his bicycle all summer
Rolling in piles of leaves in the fall
The young boy smiled and said call it progress
We underestimated the cost
In some ways I have gained so much
And in some ways, I lost.
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