April 27, 2013

Sharing "The Old Paths"

I liked the old paths, when
Moms were at home.
Dads were at work.
Brothers went into the army.
And sisters got married BEFORE having children!

Crime did not pay;
Hard work did;
And people knew the difference.

Moms could cook;
Dads would work;
Children would behave.

Husbands were loving;
Wives were supportive;
And children were polite.

Women wore the jewelry;
And Men wore the pants.

Women looked like ladies;
Men looked like gentlemen;
And children looked decent.

People loved the truth,
And hated a lie.

They came to church to get IN,
Not to get OUT!

Hymns sounded Godly;
Sermons sounded helpful;
Rejoicing sounded normal;
And crying sounded sincere.

Cursing was wicked;
Drugs were for illness.

The flag was honored;
America was beautiful;
And God was welcome!

We read the Bible in public;
Prayed in school;
And preached from house to house.

To be called an American was worth dying for;
To be called an American was worth living for;
To be called a traitor was a shame!

Sharing memories of the old paths! 

'The Old Paths' was written by a retired minister who lives In Tennessee 


  1. Lovely poem. Never heard it before. Worth passing along.

  2. Yes, and so much rings true. I miss so much of the things mentioned. I can remember the boys I ran with looked forward to military service. My heart still swells at the sight of the flag.

    You have a lovely choice for the blog. I would like to use it sometime on the Shipslog.

    ((HUGS)) & Love to our favorite Bostonian.