NOSTALGIA:

How I long for the times:

When all men donned gallantry & women all wore whispers,

When friends were more than friends & more like little sisters,       

When manners made men & all men were gentlemen & true,

When colours were real, not taupe or cyan, just green or blue.    

How I long for the times:

When Nanny baked bread & cakes & Granddad told his stories,

When sitting on old knees, we heard of all their ancient glories,

When all food tasted of earth & the air was breathed in clean,

When people were much kinder & not many were ever mean.

How I long for the times:

When dresses were prettily feminine, demure & really quite coy,

When natty suits separated the real man from the small wee boy,

When faces were pale-powdered & lips were painted matte red,

When folk never left home without glove on hand & hat on head.

How I long for the times:

When soft music was melodic & romance danced & ruled the day,

When all children obeyed & outdoors could all safely cavort & play,

When most people had jobs & they all worked so hard for a living,

When everyone was much kinder, more loving & so freely giving.

How I long for the times:

No more longing, for those things & times that have now gone by,

It depends on everyone of us all, on him, on her, on you & too on I,

So let´s all start anew & do all those nostalgic, lost & long ago things,

Surely it can´t be that hard, to give old hearts some brand new wings.

How I long for the times:

Fashions come & pass & trends may go, forever on their errant way,

Manners, smiles, loving words, gentle thoughts, are always here to stay,

It´s up to every one of us, to create nostalgia for imminent tomorrows,

So all our children will recall these times, with far more joy than sorrows.