Out with the Old
In days of old, I've been told,
honored were the good old ways.
Sages would praise the olden days,
as if they were as ageless as gold.
Sing praises of the gods of yore.
As though everything was like before.
But it's not. Things change. What's more.
Time marches on more quickly than ever before.
Change begets change, and change keeps score,
discovers the bad, when we've been had,
to repeat that kind of history, no more.
For the future is strange with its change,
frightening to some as we age.
Remembering the best and forgetting the rest,
when it was our youth that was the rage.
The future is where those problems we stare,
in the face will be solved by our kin.
They will stand tall and conquer all,
even the worst fix that we think we are in.
For change is good and we can hide if we would,
but it's coming whether we like it or not.
So throw off the old and embrace the bold,
face it with newfound zest; let fear have its rest.
The old days are gone and they aren't coming back,
so it's time to look forward and fix what we lack.
I'm looking forward to a great new year,
fixing our problems and living in good cheer.
Are you?
Copyright 2015 © Ronald W. Hull
12/31/15
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Thanks for sharing this lovely poem!
Always,
Deborah
Living in good cheer for a great new year forward.
Wonderful poem.
Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane
even the worst fix that we think we are in.
I appreciate your optimistic view, Ron. Love and peace,
Regis