Life Goes On
I was raised a country boy,
Picked Melons off of the vine.
Rode the neighbors horses,
Sipped grandma’s homemade wine.
Children worked in the fields,
Uncles in foundries,
We all let go on Saturday nights,
But we all knew our boundaries.
Many went bare-footed,
When sidewalks saw simpler soles.
Now every year heels get higher and higher,
It’s stylish, so we’re told.
I tried city life a time or two,
Found only want and worry.
Searched for friends and something to do,
Impossible everyone was in a hurry.
Though times have changed,
We still have lots of fun.
Can’t wait till Saturday night,
To see the Lawrence Welk re-run.
- Ray Wingfield