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In Our Day ©

Gordon Fjaelberg
Bridgend, Wales
1990

In our days of distant youth
We seldom worried,
And really, things were
So much gentler then.
We could live
As we had lived
For generations,
With no pondering
Upon the why or when.
Now the world is changing,
Not, though, for the better,
The old ways simply
Will no longer do,
And I'm really at a loss
To understand it,
What the purpose is
Or where it's leading to.

In our day, in our day,
We were happy,
Now I grieve for that time
Long since gone.
We took joy
In just watching the sun-rise,
Or hearing the bird-song
At dawn.

As I look back on my life
I feel most honoured,
So many people
That I knew as friends,
And we lived
As we had lived
For generations,
Everybody knew
On whom they could depend.
But the world is changing,
Not, though, for the better,
Nobody now has time
To say: "Hello!";
Yes, I'm really at a loss
To understand it,
Just how altered is
The world I used to know.

In our day, in our day,
There was laughter,
Now it's grumble and moan,
Fret and blame.
We took joy
In each bright new tomorrow;
Why can't the world
That I loved
Remain the same?



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