Backward in Time
Life these days is so mix’d up,
I crave often-times for change;
Change that will retrieve a fill-up
Of the myriad things of value and range.
‘Tween the world wars, that was the time,
Amidst the depression and Hitler’s repression;
Like never before, when life was a game,
Sans worries, sans pressures, sans reflection.
Food was aplenty, shelter true with every care,
And clothing of all hue and colour;
Learning for those who cared, labour for those who dared,
But fun and frolic for all together.
People were gentle, liberal and fair,
No one was deprived nor denied the basics;
Ambition was clear, cheating was rare,
Friendship was genuine and charity was synergic.
Wage was low and life was sweet,
Carriage was leisurely, food was wholesome;
Wealth and arrogance, seldom did they greet,
Friendship was truthful, fellowship never trouble-some.
Unlike in modern times there weren’t such objects,
The T.V, the phone, the washing machine, the prime-mover;
Not any robots, hardly any gadgets,
Total dependence of each on the other.
Neither was there dearth of water or air,
Nor were they fouled by anyone, anywhere;
There was enough of everything, far and near,
For everyone’s needs, not for greed laid bare.
How can I work-up backward in time?
Riddles these, difficult to find ways,
In a world of selfish, cruel, ruthless rein!