The Best of Times
We have lived
In the best of times
Where music was clean
And poetry rhymes.
Where a girl could walk
The streets all alone
Without the safety
Of a 911 phone.
Where decency led
And civility was the rule
No one suffered
The acts of the fool.
When it was okay
To let out a howl
At the precision proficiency
Of Frank Sinatra and Eleanor Powell.
Sad that such things
Now bring on a yawn.
Such times of enjoyment
So innocent and gone.
by E. Marshall Evans
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