I've recently taken a long hard look <br />To see what's missing in this world <br />Things seem to be getting worse <br />What is making modern life so cold <br /> <br />Thinking back - - - what did we used to have <br />That made us eager to get out of bed <br />What did we have then <br />That was bouncing around in our head <br /> <br />I think it was the potential for mirth <br />I awoke expecting some joke to come <br />I knew a friend or my uncle would dropp by <br />Or I'd hear a story from an old bum <br /> <br />Sometimes a hobo's stories were best <br />He's tell us of his travels by rail <br />And for a nickel <br />Of lands he'd set sail <br /> <br />But each story always had a good laugh <br />I was expecting meriment every day <br />Not just on Christmas Eve <br />When did I lose this way <br /> <br />It was others making up stories <br />Just to get my money <br />Didn't create mirth <br />Those stories weren't funny <br /> <br />Whether told by my church <br />Or handed out as financial advice <br />There is no smile on my face <br />As I look at the resulta of the roll of modern dice<br /><br />Tom J. Mariani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/11-15-09-i-miss-mirth/
