Lord, I miss them,
The good ole’ days!
When things were simpler,
     folks were surely gentler,
     life’s pace was much slower,
     time’s passing seemed kinder,
Right Lord?

I mean, weren’t they?

Father God,
The good ole’ days!
Even with wars and rumors of wars,
     huge, fast, hot rod cars,
     we never dreamt of exploring Mars,
     when we vowed to grab the stars,
Right Father?

I mean weren’t they?
Weren’t we?
The good ole’ days?

Dear Lord, I miss
The good ole’ days!
Saturday morning cartoons,
     Sunday morning church’ til noon,
     children weren’t grown so soon,
     life’s fabric from grandma’s loom.
Right Lord?

I mean weren’t they?
Weren’t we?
It was better, right?

Lord, I miss them,
The good ole’ days!
No air conditioning, playing outside,
     home made dresses and pies,
     truth was simply not a lie,
     imagination took to the skies.
Right Lord?

I mean didn’t I?
Weren’t we?
Didn’t they?

Lord Jesus, do I miss
The good ole’ days?
I can see maybe only in hindsight,
     before adulthood came to light,
     the sun set on innocence’s night,
     parents made everything right.
Right Lord?

Is it them I miss?
Or me then?
Though I’m okay
With me today.
Are you?

Amen.

d.f.a.v. 3-3-14

-Donna