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Retreat ForwardPosted Sunday, April 8, 2012, at 5:08 PM
Life is a confusing blur of emotions and stress
How did I ever get myself into such a mess
Demands for attention and another bill to pay
The more I get the more I seem to need And then I remember when.....
Television was ABC, CBS, and NBC
Phones were attached to cords not you
Back then a laptop was where you read a book
Somehow I survived without seat belts or a car seat
No game systems, X-Boxs, Nintendos or Wii
Before there were yard sales people gave stuff away
Your social network was people you actually know
Remember when garages were for cars not stuff
Perhaps there is a lesson that can be learned from this
That having more does not make one richer
One who has much yet is unsatisfied
One who has little and is content
Examine your life what you are heading toward .....peace..... Comments Showing comments in chronological order [Show most recent comments first] |
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Only those of us who lived that more simple time can relate to what you write here and I too miss those days. I try to live my life in much of the same manner as how I grew up and for me it's a much more fulfilling way...I love my simple life...
Yep, I love the simpler life, but it seems the complicated life is nearly forced on us. Take the TV, keep the laptop, give me the old fashioned network of real friends; but then, what happens when I "need" those things that used to be mere conveniences or symbols of "more up-to-date"?
The above poem reminds me of a song: House of Gold by Hank Williams
"People steal, they cheat and lie
For wealth and what it will buy
Don't they know on the judgement day
Gold and silver will melt away
I'd rather be in a deep, dark grave
And know that my poor soul was saved
Than to live in this world in a house of gold
And deny my God and lose my soul
What good is gold and silver, too
If your heart's not good and true
Sinner hear me when I say
Fall down upon your knees and pray
I'd rather be in a deep, dark grave
And know that my poor soul was saved
Than to live in this world in a house of gold
And deny my God and lose my soul
And deny my God and lose my soul"