The Good Old Days Poem by Deborah Calquhoun

While talking to a gentleman, I could see his age upon his face

He looked so sad as he said, 'I remember those Good Old Days'

Our world today is so abused in so many awful ways

People now refuse to live by the commandments our God displays

Friendship now is just a word, good values most are gone

Some just take what they can get, then causally move on

Our children are all suffering from a lot of grown-up ways

I wonder what has happened to those so called Good Old Days

The homeless are quickly growing, death and crime rates are on the rise

Perhaps most of the human race could use changes in their lives

I really think our elderly could teach us all a lot

Maybe they could teach us the good morals we've forgot

Pain and anger, greed and sin are almost everywhere

Love, trust, and honesty now seem to be so rare

I wish that we could all unite and improve in most our ways

Lets see if we can bring back those so called Good Old Days