What have we given to our kids today.
For what we have dreamed has gone away.

A simple stich, a turn of the pot.
Are no longer gifts of those forgot.

The dreams of values we all shared.
Are no longer passed on to those we care.

When love meant more than just a word.
It was a family together that created the word.

The simple things we have long forgot.
To sew a dress or mend a sock.

To make a cake without a box
or to tell the story of Goldie locks.

Everything of past days have gone away.
But the terrible sadness is here to stay.

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