Black and White

I liked when things were black and white

And everyone knew wrong from right

And mostly fists were used to fight,

So life seemed simpler then.

 

When people followed traffic rules

And guns were never fired in schools

And voters would reject the fools;

We seemed much smarter then.

 

When meet-ups happened face to face

And phones remained at home, in place

And courtesy, respect and grace

Were much more common then.

 

I miss those times when stress was rare

And hatred wasn’t everywhere,

Or maybe I should not compare –

I was much younger then.