As I reflect on our lives today
I query where we have gone astray
I miss the hymns that the choir sang
The peal of bells as they rang and rang,
The quiet charm of a Sunday morn
A veil of silence that welcomes dawn
Where have these signs of our grace now flown
To leave us here with vision unknown ?
Tears for the days that are no more
And those we loved who’ve gone before
To leave us here with empty heart
Imagining another start
And wishing for the times long past
All that we knew moved on too fast
To keep us dreaming where they are
We love them still though near or far.
I’d like to tell you how things were when I was but a child
The values that were taught to us in lessons bold yet mild
Where honesty and fairness and true courage was the way
To learn to love each other and show kindness every day .
Somehow we’ve lost that purpose we can’t seem to get it back
We find ourselves defeated and subjected to attack.
I feel sad for little ones living in this hostile clime
Will they survive tomorrow or through out the rest of time ?
It’s a lonely kind of story in which they have been caught
To never find the glory in the rules that they’ve been taught
It’s a hapless sort of reason that just may see the end
Of a world in its last season unless it learns to bend.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 