A Friendly Face
Sign of the times…people swear more often
As if they think it laudable to use bad language
But it’s not big and it’s not clever to swear
But the young steadfastly refuse to care.
There are no standards now it seems to me
What happened to polite conversation and good manners?
Never so far removed from all our dreams
As they are now from everyday life…or so it seems!
How sad this is where we now find ourselves
Afraid equally of the gangs and of the law
So what is it can brighten our old age
And lessen the burden before we turn the page?
There must be something just over the horizon
That can help to cheer up our lonely days
“What can it be?” I hear myself cry out aloud
“Look, there it is…a friendly face among the crowd!”