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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