Those Left Behind (a collection)

The Way It Was

The Way It Was

This is for those who remember how it was

For those who knew the day when friend was a noun,

Not a verb.

For those who remember those big clunky boxes,

That you put into the TV,

And had to rewind all the way.

Those who remember the static and wisping of the old tube TV,

The blacks that weren’t black, but only just dark gray.

For those who remember when music had feeling,

when musicians thrived and real instruments were not extinct.

For those who don’t accept the electronic crap that kids put out

when they digitally alter all that they do, and they just sit there and pout

about how their wallets weigh them down

and society oppresses them without a doubt.

They weren’t there through the Depression

They didn’t fight through all of our wars.

They don’t know half of the hardships some of us do

Those who do are forgotten, they faded and died.

Now granted, I don’t either, but why does that make me

just like them, I will never be,

another faceless puppet like they want me to be.

I understand though, it’s just human nature.

Fitting in is such a crucial part of life that,

how could they not? They have to have friends

They must be popular, good looking, being smart has now died!

If they aren’t the same they just can’t live,

how great would it be to just pack up and leave

This crazy planet we call Earth,

and this dictatorship of humanity.

But when I stop to think,

that even when the world is on the brink,

we’re still alive,

humanity’s thrive-

-ing, in this messed up world

and everything on earth is

so undeniably, unexplainably, incomprehensibly

beautiful, how can we not love and respect,

those that even try to hurt us.

Everyone is still a person, no matter how messed up.

They all need respect and no one has the right

to hurt anyone else, no matter who they are,

or what they’ve done.