We always seem to situate ourselves between a rock and a hard place. Why does advancement obliterate all of the wonderfully simple ways preceding the forward steps? It is a pity that we can't retain the comfort zones and pick at the progress as needed. It all seems to rush in and flush out everything that we thought was to last. I love the teasing thought of the simplistic things you have written about that were the center of our lives. The picture portrays a not attractive progress. Well done, as usual.
Comment Written 27-Oct-2019
reply by the author on 27-Oct-2019
Thaanks again for the stars and your loyalty to my writing, my friend. :) Bob
Very important and pensive message. I read through it slowly and carefully to 'hear' every word. I remember these times - and I think that's what's most unfortunate -- is that these generations won't have any notion of the way ours and the ones before us lived. So sad!
Thanks for a smart piece. So good to see you!!
Comment Written 26-May-2018
reply by the author on 26-May-2018
Thaank you,my friend.Goodto see you again as well. :) Bob
So wish I had another six for this superb poem. I like this style, and, in your capable hands, it is a devastating look at our so-called modern civilization.
I was deeply affected by your poem Bob, particularly your last stanza. My heart goes out to the children of this age, as I know yours must as well. I feel all we can do is offer them our best for as long as we are with them. And pray... always pray.
Comment Written 25-May-2018
reply by the author on 25-May-2018
Awww. You are so sweet, Bev. Thanks agsin for your encouraging words. :) Bob
Your words will ring true to almost everyone over fifty. I grew up in the Englewood neighborhood in Chicago - now famous for its murder rate, but back then, a good place to have a childhood. Seems to me that the difference is, that in the Englewood in which I grew up, almost every home had two parents, and at least one of those parents had a blue-collar job that paid a living wage - a lot of the values flowed from that reality, as did our (i.e. the children's) ability to worry about nothing other than playing out in the street..
"a value meal was at home on the table" - loved that line!
Comment Written 22-May-2018
reply by the author on 22-May-2018
Thanks a lot, My friend. My new Cleve novel is on the way. I am posting chaapter one very soon. Take care, Mark and GO CUBS! (They'll be alright)
Your question at the end is a very valid one. Your poem brought back memories. Ironically, it was only this afternoon that I realized it had been at least 30 years since the last time I saw my Dad alive, and over 10 for my mother.
But in getting back to your question about advancement. The answer is easy - No. JW
Comment Written 21-May-2018
reply by the author on 21-May-2018
LOL Thanks so much, JW. Sorry about your parents. Bob