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.