2018-07-11 / Living & Style

The old paths

submitted by Billy Joe Parker

I liked the old paths, when moms were at home. Dads were at work. Brothers went into the Army, or took up a trade. 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!

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