In days of old When Knights were bold And wonder filled the sky; A world more simple, Eyes that would twinkle As life passed slowly by and by.
Food that was real, Few that would steal, Neighbors knew each otherβs name; Faith that was strong, Wrong was just wrong, A worthy life the common aim.
Now we all run In darkness and sun, No time to ponder and think; Each day so fast, No moment will last In our struggle to sink or to swim.
Where is the joy The art to be coy, When all is now but a swipe; Is love but a thought A thing to be bought, Less important the truth than the hype.
Letβs learn to be real, Know how to feel, To talk, laugh and engage; Weβre here not for long, Our love makes us strong, A moral so right for this age.