Old time
can one just do whatever one wants?
even if that was true how does one find one's own will?
the heart is so deceitful who doesn't succumb to taunts
to peer pressure, it get us all, first to win first to fall
guts open for us, they show us their true nature what happened to those kids bright and immature
budding with morals flowering with kindness, pollinating joy
such were the days of my youth
when great friends surrounded and protected me like a roof
ah so halcyon
not sleep but golden and prosperous, it seemed evil had no power
there was no darkness in their hearts, no malevolence, no death of innocence
this is what I ardently desire...just to have these days again when people had sense
I want the old time not this new
If anyone knew
it would come to this, maybe something could have been done
maybe we could have won
against this looming evil, but nay
we have let it consume us i say
deep into the darkness we have trot
can we get out now?
will we ever get out? HOW FAR HAVE WE FALLEN! ?
poem by David Knox
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