I was on a incredible journey,
through a strange and promised land;
Where people were not strangers,
but walked and waved their hand;
They stopped and talked to each other,
instead of talking to the hand;
Their doors were left unlocked,
without worry or concern;
Where people helped each other,
instead of turning the other way;
Where children played together,
instead of hiding themselves away;
They filled the streets with laughter,
and brought pleasure to the day;
They often played with mischief,
there was magic in their eyes;
The streets were safe and tidy,
where people went on their way;
There was bustle on the main street,
instead of many miles away;
As my journey ended,
I began to realise;
It wasn't a promised land,
but just a vision of the past.
© 2010
Brian J Stafford
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