Flashback
Each day was an adventure
petticoats filling and obscuring
twirl and swoop with a hoop
laced up dresses, button shoes
lace, cotton, silk of a lady
Men tipped a hat
kissing a hand
saying howdy mam
Doors opened, you first dear
men walked to the left
protecting women from projectiles
From horse to buggy
soon automobile
Gentler times
don’t seem real
Gone with the wind
Scrub on hands and knees
dishes washed by hand
always wear a wedding band
Loss at an early age
Baby bunting didn’t save
Less interference from the capital
turn the other cheek
They believed still
Old fashion values at its core
yet man and woman wanted more
Looking for more convenience
trading each idea one step at a time
fast forward to the present day
Have values faded away?
Can we mix the old with the new?
Or is it no longer our purview?
Each dialogue seems more off putting
Polar opposite is part of the footing
Sifting sand slides us under
How have we put all good asunder?
Melancholy thoughts of the good ol days
Will always be our romantic phrase
Progress takes and gives I fear
Anger management we need to adhere
No mutual respect is in effect
Politically correct is what they collect
Each issue being part and parcel
leaving citizens with barely a morsel
Fear and resentment is now the norm
Neighborhood watches need to be formed
Within the mix, there seems to be a fix
either side cannot confide
What is the answer that should form?
holding those in power to a higher standard
Raising our children in a genteel manner
Love thy neighbor is not a religious cause
It should be renewed with applause
Trust, integrity become a cornerstone
No longer shrug the atlas deceit
Promises always shall we keep
A man’s word is his name
This we should never feign
Let’s bring back the good ol days
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