Nostalgia
Nostalgia I remember when joyful actually meant
gay. It now takes a village to show us they
say,
Nostalgia strikes when you're old and your gray">
Nostalgia strikes when you're old and your gray,
Moms and children stayed home all the day,
And believe it or not, Fathers had the last stay.
Homecooking was in, and to the table we sat,
We prayed to the lord, and we chewed the fat.
When in the house men took off their hats,
Our husbands walked by and gave us a pat.
Our gardens were grown with loving care,
We were proud of our wares at the county fair.
We planned and we canned so no cupboard was bare,
And government help was unknown to us there.
Our children were cherished and taught to obey,
And the streets were safe as they went out to play.
When Family and parents, they showed us the way.
It takes but a family to raise our kids well,
Happy and playful when school rings the bell.
We actually knew who we were in those days,
But they say we were wrong in our old fashioned ways.
Linda LaRae Adsitt