When I was small I used to play
In my front yard ‘most every day
My mother did not preach to me
That strangers were the enemy.
Now that was ever long ago
When folks about were kind you know
Our values were so different then
Doors were not locked but kept open.
We’ve lost our innocence I think
It seems we’re trembling on the brink
Of this sad world about to bust
For lack of faith or hope or trust !
Claire V. Bogdanos 