A Better Way
The world today is such a mess.
It was all predicted, I guess.
The Bible has warned of such a time.
I can’t claim this time as mine.
I grew up in the decade of the 50’s.
It was even better than the 60’s.
Not a lot of money to go around.
But, things were cheap in town.
It was a peaceful time, for sure.
No social unrest, as it were.
A country setting was my life.
Here you seldom saw a fight.
We rode bikes to get around.
It was good exercise, I have found.
With several friends and my dog.
Fresh, clean air, above the fog.
Outside fun all the time.
No computers to occupy our mind.
Radio, then later B & W TV.
That was entertainment to me.
Religion was a big part of life.
Things were simpler. Way less strife.
I would love to go back again.
But, that can’t be, my friend.
Just take in stride what I say.
At one time, there was a better way.
Maybe there can be again.
It depends on how all this ends.
———————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)