I do not belong here,
I feel it every day,
I belong to a world
a hundred years away
a world where children are polite
and respectful to their elders
and anything less
than common courtesy
bewilders
Where every other word
is not a profanity
and young girls do not
exploit their vanity
in a tawdry and cheap display
and the parents knew
where they were today…
and actually cared
I crave a younger world
where today’s socially accepted twins
of blasphemy and cursing
have yet to pollute the air
along with the greenhouse gas legacy
of industrial savoir-faire
And yet,
every desire has its price
to contend with consumption,
fleas and lice
and nineteenth century dental practice
like all cold fact
is less attractive
though the contrast of
horse and cart versus Rolls Royce
is one I could live with
given the choice.
