I sit with pen in hand,
Remembering back,
In the days of when;
When I loved to run,
A mile in four minutes ten,
Play hockey and ball,
Pick potatoes and hunt in the fall;
I get lonely for the folks
Sweet pleasant folks,
Of those days of when.
When Sunday was respected by all,
We heard the Church bell ring,
People from all around,
Answer the call.
Their Bibles were read,
The choir would sing;
The Preacher gave a message,
And an Altar call,
Oh, to enjoy that that again,
Back in the days of when.
We were able to read,
God’s Words altogether,
The words were all the same,
Wonderful words in unison,
As they read from their King James!
Oh, how special,
Back in the days of when!
~Winston Staples
