Antique

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