Reflections

Remembering clear in my minds eye

That place where I loved to reside

The streets, they were bright and the litter was few

And the air, it was one of great pride

Clothes left hung out and doors left unlocked

You did at your own behest

Your mind was at ease and thoughts much at peace

no fear of an unwanted guest

Of course there was crime dire influence at work

some out on their own evil mission

But the papers back then had so few to report

That they printed a special edition

Religion was there in all different modes

To express it we could be direct

Racist & bigots unheard of back then

No need for politically correct

But these days the streets are littered with waste

And the evenings seem darker & long

the neighbours are distant caught up with their fears

No room for that old cheery song

And then as if that lots not enough

The weather it chose to join in

With freaky conditions all over the place

Could it be that we’re paying for our sin.

So lets take a look at the history so far

And the story that seems to unfold

We’ve taken a turn for the worse on the way

Not learning the new from the old

But there’s hope somewhere there in that great big divide

If only we stop the maraud

And work hard enough, we could then turn the tide

And get ourselves back to our God.