Eve Roper Poet Rhyme

Thrilling Days of Yesteryear

Southern raised in the fifties and sixties,
brought up very strictly and correctly,
prim and proper not gypsies or hippies,
a time children should be seen perfectly,
and not heard, standing tall an erectness,
the thought of free expression tides were hurled,
ideals "political correctness,
free exchange of ideas, not in my world.

Shadows shout on curtains of doubt, hear it
choking out the ally nonchalant sun,
novel days search for a free flow spirit.
An old soul I am, not the young bright son
consciously crossover mentally numb.
Where I am is on the edge I expect
of time and future ledge we have become
stupidly politically correct.


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Anisha Dutta October 8, 2017 at 9:25 AM I admit. So right you are. We are old and outgoing. Hope for prospective future.

Cheryl Hoffman October 4, 2017 at 7:50 PM I agree; there have been drastic changes since the 50s and 60s~ Great poem Eve!~Che :)

Vijay Pandit September 30, 2017 at 6:32 AM A tribute to the old days of proper and just--contrast well depicted!

Darren White September 30, 2017 at 3:23 AM Eve, a very true poem. I especially find the final three lines especially good.