Another Day

The weather’s cold; the wind is blowing,

Snowflakes falling on the ground;

(Every season has it’s pleasures)

What other time can such be found?

The smoke’s arising from the chimney

It’s smell ascending in the air;

The family gathered around the fireplace

There was no weary; there was no fear.

The scene is pictured in my memory

Of the days so long ago;

When the family was the focus

With no Television, no Radio.

The cold winds now brings back memories

Of another day; another time;

When simple things were more important

Like neighborliness: and little crime.

Those days are gone, and time is passing

We pass the mantle, now, to our youth;

What can we give to share the burdens

The Word of God; the Word of Truth.