Told me stories of long ago, and
Often followed his accounts by saying,
"Those were the good old days."
Sometimes I wish I could go back.
I'm weary of cyber bullying,
Terrorist attacks and disrespect for
All things sacred.
I don't fit in.
I often assume that times were simpler in
My great grandparent's day.
But, in truth, my assumption would be wrong.
My ancestors faced complex issues too.
They migrated from Germany,
Cleared land with a team of oxen and
Buried their children.
They endured the Great Depression and the
War that didn't end all wars.
From Adam's fall until today our
World has been filled with both
Beauty and brutality.
I've concluded that times have always been
Complicated, never simple.
And if I could choose to go back,
I doubt that I would.
I suspect the "good old days" exist only
In an old timer's mind.