Ponderings

by fatdad36_20 - Cancer

I hear people complaining
Of how bad our children are,
And it makes me remember
What it was like
When I was a child.
The world was different then.
A safer place,
Or so it seems in my memory.
Children could play outside
Without parents being concerned.
Neighbor watched out for neighbor,
Friend for friend.
And when one of us children misbehaved
Our parents were sure to hear,
And they were just as sure to respond.
There was discipline at school,
As well as at home,
And children were taught respect.
Imagination was a necessity
On boring summer afternoons,
Yet we always managed to find something to do.
My first pack of cigarettes
Cost a whole twenty cents,
And no one ever thought to ask for ID.
As we got older we discovered new evils.
Beer and Boone’s Farm,
Drive in movies and skating.
Those were our Saturday nights.
But times have changed.
We are now the parents,
We are the ones dealing with the children.
Our children are no worse than we were,
Not really.
It is that times have changed,
As have our values,
Our sense of what is right, 
And what is wrong.
Maybe what we need 
Is to take a look at our past,
To remember.
Then we should take a look at today
And maybe understand
Why our children behave the way they do.
Fistfights have given way to school shootings,
Alcohol replaced by crack and heroin.
Schools no longer punish,
They now offer “alternatives.”
Teachers no longer teach,
 But baby-sit instead.
Two parent families are now an oddity,
Both biological parents in the home almost unheard of.
It may be that we should look at our past
And see where things went wrong
In the hopes that we can ensure
That our children have a future.
Whatever happens, 
Of one thing I am sure.
The next generation of parents
Will look at their children
And wonder why they behave as they do,
Just as we are doing now!

By Odis E. Shultz
November 18, 1999
For our children
God bless them all.



Reason for writing:

    I was just sitting at my desk, thinking about life and this is what came out.  Maybe it an indication that I do not need to think too often.    

Birth sign: Cancer
Date created: 1999-11-20 15:48:22
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:31
Poem ID: 53791

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