Chords

Oatmeal cookies
after school -
the fire going
in the brick hearth...

My mom teaching
all the piano lessons -
little naps
on the blue bean bag...

Innocent times
with not much money -
dinner was welcome
the sink of dishes weren't...

The radio played
appropriate music -
the TV aired
appropriate shows...

People had class
and spoke with integrity -
unlike now
such a spite filled world...

I'll close my eyes
and think of when -
there was a time
I would live again.