September 6, 2012


Old things preserved are fine indeed
To show us the ways of bygone times

Times of pleasant want, not cruel need
Those gentle days of fluid rhymes

When people were of a different breed
And insults were the harshest crimes

Manners and honor took the lead
And heads bowed at church bell chimes

A time when folks sought to feed
Their souls, not their purses with dimes

Now, where once was planted seed
The tangled vine of greed climbs

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