Trapped In the Past
Sometimes I feel lost in the moment
Feel like my die is cast
And times don’t have the same emotion
Must be I’m trapped in the past
Seems like there was a lot more love
Also a lot less greed
If my dad wanted a loan from the local bank
A handshake was all he would need
Meals were cooked on an old coal stove
Clothes on the line in the yard
Friday night fights on a black and white TV
If you had a nickel, times weren’t hard
Holding a sparkler on the fourth of July
Sometimes your fingers got burned
Honesty and pride in a hard day’s work
Were a few of the lessons we learned
Holding hot dogs over a campfire
Embedded on a stick
Burnt marshmallows for dessert
Or some blueberries that we’d pick
With a piece of branch and a sponge ball
A game of baseball we played
After working up a sweat
We’d have home made lemonade
Nothing ever went to waste
Financially times were hard
But even the leftover bread crumbs
Were spread out for the birds in the yard
How did the world come to this
Not even relationships built to last
If I have my choice of lifestyles
Dear God, let me be trapped in the past.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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