Some call them good old days
When life was so simple.
We only worried about our breath
And whether we had a pimple.
We had to have penny loafers
And rolled up 501 blue jeans.
So much easier than today
And all that modern life means.

We sat through the drive-ins
Coming attractions
Devoid of warring
Political warring factions.
There were always lovers
Who met and fell in love
Women in petticoats
And clean white gloves.

We didn’t go all the way with
The people we would marry.
And twenty dollars bought more
Groceries than we could carry.
We voted for people base on what
They looked like, not what they taught.
Dancing completely without touching
We broke the mold with rock and roll
And longer hair was suddenly catching.

Gay was a secret, we pretended
Wasn’t really going on, anywhere.
We kids were getting lazier
But they didn’t really care.
We were told to watch TV
And leave the parents alone.
So, we did that quite well
And got quietly stoned.

Of course they were blasted
On cocktails with funny names
And, while they didn’t catch wise
We were hip to the game.
We lied about group meetings,
Went to underground gatherings.
We soon found ourselves immune
To almost all political blatherings.

Then something called Vietnam
Started being said too often
And too many of our friends
Came home in empty coffins.
So, we protested for ten years
And finally the war stopped.
But, not before we were shot at
And jailed by bad cops.

These same cops were the ones
Who fire-hosed the black folks
And then included us students
In their off-color unfunny jokes.
So here it is, two generations later
And we are not the kids anymore
We are the mater and the pater.

And now we keep moaning
What has happened to our kids?
It’s like we all our memories
Ran off someplace and hid.
But what is happening now
Is precisely as it was before;
We are being force-fed
A diet of racism and war.

Brent Kincaid



    1. kauaiartist Post author

      That kind of review is JUST exactly what I hope to get. I want to take people a place in their mindw where they either want to go or need to go. Thank you for taking the time out of your life to compliment my work. I really appreciate the feedback.

      Brent Kincaid, WordMusic.

      1. allantemcphearson

        It’s all Love, and you have a talent; I’m just glad you are doing what you do to inspire people because I can feel your energy, spirit, & soul within it, and that’s the way way to touch people’s hearts and awaken them to what’s inside and only real. Keep it up plz!

  1. kauaiartist Post author

    What a wonderful thing to say! That is exactly where it comes from: the heart, the soul, the compassion to share where I am on the path, offering a hand back to others not as far along the path. I was given such a hand many, many times, and so I want to pay it forward.

    Thank you so much for sharing with me.

    Brent Kincaid, WordMusic.


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