Generation

When manners where like law
You would have to finish a chore 
Before you walked out the door
Life was grim with war 

When respect was second to none
When strenght through community shone
When all hope wasn’t gone
After war love carried on

When people would have to walk
For a penny to put food on a fork
Face to face they would talk 
No laptops taught with chalk

When families sat together 
When marriage meant forever
When standing by eachother 
When you did all to help your mother 
 
What a generation, let’s have a standing ovation