Old Bricks Once Said They'd Ne'er Look Back Poem by Dipy Hermonite

Old bricks once said they'd ne'er look back,
E'en if they stood to gain,
They'd ne'er say those were happiest days,
Wouldn't e'er tread memory's lane.
But if they'd read the writin' then,
'bout people rearrangin',
They'd have seen Bob's bitter truth that
'the times they were a changin' '! !

What makes a human guns to pick,
Spray bullets just to slay?
While other's watch as if for fun?
Goading him all the way?
Where are the hearts of yesteryears?
Where love and kindness reigned?
Where's that joy of helping out?
Has goodness all been drained?

How d'you plan to tell us then?
That mankind's on the rise?
Will purging out old values - all,
Get us the Nobel Prize?
The goodness that we picked in school,
From Murray, Blackmore, West,
Do we need to trash it all?
Become like today's rest?

We're a little tired now,
Of all that we do see,
Bullets sprayed in New Zealand,
In India endlessly. So, virtual is the world we choose,
With hermonites to share,
Where laughter reigns, is all supreme,
There's goodness everywhere.
E'en once don't think that we've grown old,
And that we live the past,
We're livin' it up in present times,
And we're also havin' a blast.

Old bricks once said they'd ne'er look back,
E'en if they stood to gain,
They'd ne'er say those were happiest days,
Wouldn't e'er tread memory's lane.
But if they'd read the writin' then,
'bout people rearrangin',
They'd have seen Bob's bitter truth that
'the times they were a changin' '! !