Remembering the Good Times of Yesteryear
Looking out today on my locality
so many changes not for the better
everything moves ao fast and loose
all casual as nothing kept by the letter
Dressware like nothing as before
once in the past all dressed class
but now torn jeans is the norm
look in shock you just want to pass
Remember the good times of yesteryear
that generation standards held high
all very smart no matter the event
no respect for all, question why?
As one looks over the mountains
you see clouds hiding the very top
just like today, modern life outlook
one wants to shout, no more, stop!
Standards just don't exist anymore
freedom is the cue that goes overboard
nothing is barred all are let loose
one day pay the price we can't afford
(I live in southwest Scotland, comparing to the times I grew up in the 60/70s and the present situation today.)
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2021
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