Paint Me Odd

January 13, 2021

Sometimes it seems I’m out of place,
It’s not my home, I’ve been displaced.

The words I heard when I was young
Have been subdued, no longer sung.

Where are the songs of love and peace?
Do they still live, or have they ceased?

I love old songs that soothe the soul,
That warm the heart when it’s grown cold.

I often yearn for good ole days,
We did our work, gave God the praise.

We loved our neighbors, common folk,
We showed respect each time we spoke.

The times were hard, we all pitched in,
And treated folks like next of kin.

I love my family, country, God,
If that seems strange, then paint me odd.

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