THOSE SIMPLE THINGS
Oh where are all the simple things
that memories of my childhood bring
to mind with brilliant clearity
because of their sincerity.
Like men and women gently sharing
Live's of loyalty, loving, caring.
This seems the most important thing
That memories of my childhood bring.
But now those simple times have flown
and people think that they have grown
to a more sophiticated state.
With little willingness to relate
to each other on a lasting basis.
But rather strings of endless faces
are parading by on fruitless trips
towards transient relationships.
Is this the Brave New World to be?
I fear there is no place for me.
Could it be the memories I profess
are fog of age's forgetfulness?
I think not for there are many others.
My aging sisters and aging brothers
who too long to see the simple things
that memories of our childhoods bring.