BACK IN THE DAY

Randy6

Back in the day they had faith in God, things would be alright.

It wasn't their eyes, but faith in God, that gave them sight.

Back in the day they were honest, no need to lock the door.

You could trust your neighbor, even if they were poor.

Back in the day integrity was something most folks had.

In your business dealings, they'd never treat you bad.

Back in the day compassion was common, people really cared.

They took your needs to heart and what they had they shared.

Back in the day, when I was young, my folks lived that way.

When I remember how things were, I wish I was back in the day.

 

 

  • Author: Randy6 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 9th, 2023 14:13
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Comments2

  • 2781

    Society have taken their hands off the plow.

    • Randy6

      If I understand your meaning, I will retort that society has begun to plow our nation under. Many are more concerned with self enhancement and wealth rather than the things that made America the wonderful land that it was. As I mentioned to Bobby O, it depends on one's priorities. God Bless.
      Thanks for your comment.
      Randy6

    • Bobby O

      I respect your point of view but my instincts tend to not finding the past as domething to yearn for.

      • Randy6

        It would depend on priorities. I consider honesty, integrity and the like more important than the electronic culture. While I realize that many advancements have done things for humanity, they have also allowed many to cause harm and sadness to our world. To me learning to love God and love others is more important. God Bless and thanks for your comment.
        Randy6

        • Bobby O

          Good point. I make no claim to persuade or to be correct. Poetry has an intimacy, especially when I can read a bunch of an artists work , that prompts me to share.



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