The World When I Was Young

Why can't the world be like it was when I was young
    No one cleaning up dog-due dung

  Kids dying right and left of polio and measles
    Mumps running rampant like scorpions and beetles

  Fathers employing razor belts
    on recalcitrant sons and leaving welts
 
  Mothers teaching daughters to clean and cook
    poor-mouthing math and science textbooks  

  White folks lording it over illiterate Knee grows
    Butchering Espanol -- and a few unlucky amigos

  It was all so much simpler way back then
    Cowboys shot Indians on the count of ten  

  So, why can't the world be like it was when I was young
    Well, hey, I guess it is ~ English still ain't America's mother tongue...
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Hawkins Avatar
April 17, 2023 at 5:58 PM
Simple times and Simple pleasures Keep families and homes together Lifes complications Cause frustration.
Wolf Avatar
April 17, 2023 at 10:15 PM
Words of wisdom in your comment, Shirley. Thanks, Gershon
Lawless Avatar
April 17, 2023 at 5:52 AM
Put on your helmet Gershon they'll be coming' for ya. OH wait, one's already here. soon the "current" days will be the "good old days".....
Wolf Avatar
April 17, 2023 at 7:11 PM
And what will the current 'good old days be?' lol.
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