A Time Long Ago

I am from time to time where home is the best
place to be,
A time where family is the most important
thing,
A time where grandparents are the
backbone of a family.

I am from a time where those you meet
aren't just forgotten,
A time where tradition stands tall,
Where those churches, schools, and houses
are a nice scenic view,
Not where civil disobedience runs rampant.

Perhaps now is not my time.

I am not from a place where the grass is a
bit too long,
Trees a bit too leafy,
And driveways a bit too wide,
To fit into the ever growing neighborhood.
The neighborhood that swallows one up,
Never to be seen by neighbors fetching the
newspapers again,
And even when they are, always too busy
to be noticed.

Alas, I am from a place that remembers the
old, and perhaps even the new.
A place where you can be seen yelling
across the street,
For morning conversation.

A time, a time, a time.
A time far ago.
A time with order, law, and a lesser
amount of shrinks.
A time where war-heroes-honored,
And draft-dodgers slammed with
punishment,
Not amnesty.

A time where conservatism was key-
To any kind of moral victory.
A time where welfare was for those down
on their luck-
Not for those looking to scam the
government out of a couple bucks.
A time where children were for those who
wanted them,
Not for those that the latex snapped once
too many.

A much simpler time,
And it's not a wonder why.
The difficulties began with things similar
to Kent State,
And should've ended with a punishment-
Not a slap on the wrist,
As now is the rule.

A time where murderers and rapists were
sent to the chair-
Not jailed for life-
Let's be honest... they have no rights.

This was a time our country strong.
It was always crystal clear who was right,
And who was wrong
My time is apparently long gone.
A century or two gone in fact.
My time may be coming back though,
At least with Judge Roberts in the throne.
It's time to stop throwing them a bone,
Alas, now is the time, to truly make our
own.

There is some hope for all of our lives...
But only seeing through the eyes,
Of those who have eventually met their
demise.