With thoughts sadly fixed on the ‘good old days’,
How ready to criticise, reluctant to praise,
You’d think we were stuck there, in yesterday’s maze.
Apathy and ignorance, common tools;
Respect all others, don’t claim they’re fools,
Embracing the fashions but rarely the rules.
Prejudice lingers though memories be sweet,
Enhanced by erasing unpleasant;
Obscured with a passion one cannot defeat,
Persistent whether great lord or peasant.
Lambs in their innocence stammer and bleat,
Ear-bashed by sentiment incessant.
Sometimes I wonder what makes people tick,
Opinions sacrosanct, I must be thick.
Understanding and tolerance in short supply,
Noblesse oblige and learning from each other.
Kindness costs little when you only try,
If we learn from the ‘good old days’, not smother.
Not merely dismiss it as ‘pie-in-the-sky’,
Devalue those things precious to your brother.