I walk the same roads,
as my grandfather before,
perhaps our world is a better place,
though sometimes I’m just not sure.
There was once an appreciation,
for little things old,
today thoughts have changed,
or so I’m told.
When I look back,
my thoughts remember when,
life was so simple,
way back then.
Perhaps my years are showing,
I desire the years lived in the past more,
I walk the same roads,
as my grandfather before.
James W. Spain