THE OLD PATHS

This may be a little sentimental for some and perhaps even a little offensive for others. It has been adapted from an email sent to me by my dad. It certainly represents his generation, but I too am old enough to remember that this IS the way that things were... for the most part.

Kind of reminds me of The End of The Innocence by Don Henley.

I wish the old paths were before us instead of behind us.

THE OLD PATHS

I liked the old paths, when
Moms were
at home.
Dads were at work.
Brothers went into the army.

And sisters got married BEFORE having children!

Crime did not
pay;
Hard work did;
And people knew the difference.


Moms could cook;
Dads would work;
Children would behave.


Husbands were loving;
Wives were supportive;
And children
were polite.

Women wore the jewelry;
And Men wore the pants.


Women looked like ladies;
Men looked like gentlemen;

And children looked decent.

People loved the truth,
And
hated a lie.

They came to church to get IN,
Not to get OUT!


Hymns sounded Godly;
Sermons sounded helpful;
Rejoicing
sounded normal;
And crying sounded sincere.

Cursing was
wicked;
Drugs were for illness;
And divorce was unthinkable.


The flag was honored;
America was beautiful;
And God
was welcome!

We read the Bible in public;
Prayed in school;

And preached from house to house..

To be called an American
was worth dying for;
To be called an American was worth living for;

To be called a traitor was a shame!


I still like the
old paths the best!


'The Old Paths' was written by a retired minister who lives In Tennessee.