The Way Things Used To Be I wish things were back the way, they were in the good old days before society and people became consumed with wicked ways instead of trust, virtue, and plain good manners its been replaced with envy, hate, and country grammar with integration came concealed, and premeditated hatred, I hate it I don’t want to revert back to segregation, just for people if they feel it... to say it so many stipulations, lies, and phony people, its irregular the true answer comes from breaking it down from plural to singular. It starts with ME... Can I shine through the murkiness that’s clouding our world? Can I teach all the fellas how to properly treat a girl? Can I show my son how to make the transition from a boy to a man? Can I keep my integrity and stay the way I am? I look at children playing and sledding down a snow covered hill and miss the childish innocense that adults don’t seem to feel I watch the horizon every day, hoping to see a change on the way strong men remind me of willows, they don’t break but they can sway my thoughts run like racehorses, going in circles and other geometric forms yet I rarely speak my troubles so im similar to the quiet storm beauty is found in the most unusual places, like the hidden treasure love can calm the wildest storm and bring forth peaceful weather I don’t know whether im weird or not for having these troubling thoughts but I do know that true happiness and peace, is something that cant be bought the trees whisper, the wind soothes, and birds sing lullabies but none of those bring the peace I feel when looking into my sons eyes I hope when he looks back, it’s a good man that he sees a good father in every child’s life would help things go back, To the way they used to be...... Derrick H.