Ye olden days are dying fast and with them so is pleasure; for endless work and little play make liberty a treasure. What must man do if all he builds are someone else’s dreams? How will he live if all he earns is seized by crooks and thieves?
Gone are the days of honesty, the days of truth and fairness; life rushes at the speed of light, and freedom is a rareness. While crooks and blaggards rest a while, the grafters lose an age. For what? A life of stolen days and insufficient wages.
As I grow old with silver roots, I wish for better days, where fairness and morality drive man to mend his ways. May every child born to the world know of a person’s worth and value every soul that breathes upon this precious Earth.
© 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.
Image: Tasha Tudor, artist unknown.