A Community Of Friends

There once was a time when women could cook

and men knew how to dance

 

Education was by the book

no fuzzy math or creative finance

 

Parents visited their own parent’s homes,

as the grandchildren came along

 

And life was so much better then

new words to every song

 

There once was a time when women could cook,

and men knew how to dance

 

Hearts were pure as dogs roamed free

neighbors talked across the fence

 

Everyone shared those values true

family mattering most of all

 

Because in the end, a community of friends

—let you rise and then stand tall

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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