The Good Bad Times
The Good - Bad Times
I wonder if you would care to take
A trip down memory lane with me
And reflect upon the bygone days
Then tell me if you might agree
Basic were our amenities then
The simple life was all we knew
To glean our needs, from off the land
Was what we sought, to see us through
Long hours and hard labor, I recall
And wages from the work was slim
Making "ends-meet", was a task
At times the future seemed so grim
Crops in the field would depend
Upon rain, sunshine and hail
Escaping frost, - always a concern
So many reasons, for all to fail
But there was contentment then
That made the bad times good
On a neighbor you could always depend
Each others problems, we understood
A handshake was the signature
Confirming the price of some land
A legal contract it was deemed
No more from each other did we demand
Locks on the doors, were not as vital
As in this "modern" day
If a stranger knocked upon your door
To open it, usually, - was OK
A child's gift on Christmas day
Though sometimes meager, it brought joy
The gleam in their eye, let you know
They appreciated, - a simple toy
Proclaiming God, was not questioned
On coin, or in the school
And there was reverence to the flag
Many adhered to the golden rule
Although the high-tech race of today
Offers some good things, it is true
There is a void, of "the good-bad times"
Those nostalgic moments, we once knew
Colan L Hiatt = 10-21-13
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