Time was when roads were dirt and mud
trod wearily by foot
when candlelight was dim and dear
and ceilings dark with soot
Time was when no one knew for sure
whose candle would go out
for sickness struck from parts unknown
and hunger loomed in drought
Yet when the work of day was done
and folks came home to rest
the simple meals with young and old
were treasured moments blest
Today the world has come along
and things have changed a lot
and hopefully these ways and days
still hold some precious spots.
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