Where Are The Days?
poem by:
Candace Cox
Written
on Jan 18, 2014
Where are the days? The days that my parents thrived in When gas cost 2 dollars per week Life was simple, kind, and meek. Why must I live now? In this time where life is up for debate Every heart is full of greed Everyone's up to some selfish deed. Can I not go back? To the days when freedom was free When I wasn't demanded to oblige To this materialistic way of life?
Tags: sad, anger, confused, pain, wishful,
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Janet Vick commented:
This sounds like me. I am not into all this tech stuff, not the sky rocking prices because everyone wants to be rich. Take care. Janet
Chris Cleverly
commented:
So true, thanks for posting
