Nothing's the Same
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Nothing is the same; in my day,
innocence was shielded by love.
And folks who bent a knee to pray
found that God's words fit like a glove.
One did not venture far from town;
the world was much bigger back then.
Teens never carried guns around,
and prayers ended with amen.
Men wrote poems for a lady
instead of texting on the phone.
And politicians, though shady,
seemed, to at least have a backbone.
Marchers weren't mowed down with a van,
and children weren't shot in their schools.
Only Kooks joined the Ku Klux Klan,
and the NRA didn't dictate the rules.
There's no way to go back in time,
though the future's a scary place.
And as our anxieties climb,
let us hope that love can keep pace.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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