THE OLD PATHS

 

I liked the old paths, when

Moms were at home.

Dads were at work.

Brothers went into the army.

And sisters got married BEFORE having children!

 

Crime did not pay;

Hard work did;

And people knew the difference.

 

Moms could cook;

Dads would work;

Children would behave.

 

Husbands were loving;

Wives were supportive;

And children were polite.

 

Women wore the jewelry;

And Men wore the pants.

 

Women looked like ladies;

Men looked like gentlemen;

And children looked decent.

 

People loved the truth,

And hated a lie.

 

They came to church to get IN,

Not to get OUT!

 

Hymns sounded Godly;

Sermons sounded helpful;

Rejoicing sounded normal;

And crying sounded sincere.

 

Cursing was wicked;

Drugs were for illness.

 

The flag was honored;

 

America was beautiful;

And God was welcome!

 

We read the Bible in public;

Prayed in school;

And preached from house to house.

 

To be called an American was worth dying for;

To be called an American was worth living for;

To be called a traitor was a shame!

 

I still like the old paths the best!

~ Author Unknown

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