Tell me a story
of way back when:
life was hard and exciting .
when winters where colder
summers hotter
and parents harsher.
when brothers and sisters loved each other
just because there was nothing else to love.
oh wont you please tell me a story-
turn back the clock.
to a time more golden-
where always the whole world was at the brink of extinction
and the world collided with its self .
Tell me of how you got where you are
by ship for many weeks-
cramped and underfed.
tell me of the majesty of the ice caps
and the grandeur of the forests,
Lady liberties purity
the shadowy terror of that looming mushroom cloud
and oh how it lingers still..
tell me
of simpler times
when red white and blue was just that
and pride was indivisible still.
of times when dreams were possible
and hard sciences still imagination.
Tell me about where we go when we die,
and what happens when we get there.
Tell me of love-
tell me of loss-
a story please will do.
in return,
i'll live my whole life for you.
It is true, that in time past, life was simple.
ReplyDeleteWe lived very much within our own little worlds. A world that was much smaller than we all know today. This was a simple world, mostly without fear or worries. It was a place that was filled with what we brought into it, and not so much from outside. Life then was more pleasant, our families were much closer to each other, this was true because we lived then without the true knowledge of what was really out there.
Didn't i tell you that one when you were very young? You must have forgotten. Call me and I will tell it to you, the story, from my own lips.
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