The Fifties
The Fifties
3/3/2019
Miracle Man
I grew up in a period before morals were mislaid,
A time when word and a handshake mattered,
And you could take it to the bank.
As a society we've changed into the likes of chattering squirrels,
Arguing over the last nut to fall,
And today It requires a gaggle of lawyers.
Technology has quietly pilfered our individuality,
and our personal interaction with others has been replaced
By some smart, mobile device.
Politicians can't agree on anything,
Their mission statement seems to be,
Even if it's good, I won't like it.
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