A Fewer Set Of Ways

Poetry by Roy Rivers

From time to time in travels
I’m reminded of those days
When life was lived more simply
With a fewer set of ways

Ways that leaned more towards love
And family, and smarts
And not so much like ways today
That tend to harden hearts

Don’t think that I’m just groaning
Or lamenting out of spite
But there’s just so many things today
That take away our light

The light of love for others
The light of peace towards men
The light from service given
And the light of trusted friends

It seems that everyplace we go
There’s something we must buy
And everywhere we cast our eyes
A way, or thing to try

And try we must, we’ve been convinced
Our progress feels at stake
But some things tried, inflict a wound
And scar our hearts with hate

We hate our boss, we hate our life
We hate the endless lines
We hate the beggars on the street
And we hate their little signs

And all-consuming this becomes
And nudges off the course
The very life we’re living
And it hides us from our source

The source of every comfort
The source of peace within
The source who leads back to the light
All women, and all men

To that place we all remember
To those quoted, “good ole days”
When life was lived more simply
With a fewer set of ways

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