|
|
|
|
|
Poem of the Week
|
Going Back
By Ralph J. Adams
I watched some kids at their play,
And wished I could go back to that day.
when I was young and in my prime,
Just to go back to the good old times.
But then I thought how times have changed,
How men wear earrings and mussed up hair,
Worn out jeans worn below the waist,
to me this style is in awful taste.
So many changes meet my naked eye,
But who am I to criticize?
These kids are happy and all the while,
They just want to have their day and be in style.
Their music is really not up to my taste,
It's really too loud, can't hear the words,
their singing just goes to waste.
But here I am, I should be cut down to size,
But who am I to criticize?
I suppose my parents way back when,
Would be writing like me to condemn,
My type of music and my dress code,
my style of hair,which to them did not blend,
To their earler days away back when.
Why am I writing this poem,?
I do not want to condemn and complain,
I'll just be content and try to stay sane,
by not trying to compare and adhere,
My time to their time,
I'll just enjoy the present,
My blessed Golden Years.
|
|
|
Click On Banner For More Information
|
