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    Oh how I wish that I could Go, back to a younger time,
    when all the future promises ,could still be really mine

    when i was small,and so naive, in god , i put my trust
    and still believed ,for families,that back-up was a must.

    That when police would tell us kids,"were always in the right!",
    that it was true,and that "bad guys", were all they ever fight.

    That Righteous men would always win, against The Evil Ones.
    That Moms would always love their girls,and Dads would love their sons.

    That friends would never hold a grudge, or ever do you wrong,
    that only"good folks"went to church,and,God responses to songs.

    But now I see, too late, I fear, no plans can be assured
    no promised day, no just reward, no keeping of one's word.

    No loyalty to family, no proof that god is love.
    no sign he cares about my life,or that he's up above

    Police are not the heroes now, and many brake the law
    The way they Tempt the weaker man, to me is such a flaw

    Every where i look today, Evils plain to see
    In my Family, in my friends, it's even here in me.

    The Righteous men,no longer strong, have given up their fight
    and many in their hopelessness, have turned away from right.

    The mothers of a thousand girls,feel no love in their hearts
    The fathers of a thousand sons, now living worlds apart.

    So many of my so called friends, not only held a grudge
    they even overlooked their faults, my flaws, they try to judge.

    The good folks of the local church have taught me, oh so much
    while they wear their proper smile, and share their bold,cold touch.

    Yes,  i do wish that could go, back to a younger time,
    when all the promise of my youth,would once again be mine.

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    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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