Thursday ??

I sit and wonder
and think and ponder
things are not the same

I study and read
and live and bleed
things are not the same

life has changed
become deranged
things are not the same

folks stopped caring
young kids are swearing
things are not the same

people lie
and others die
things are not the same

the olden days
are just a haze
things are not the same

were the days of old
truly so gold?
things are not the same

explain to me
what it is to be free
things are not the same

is our history
how it seems to me?
then things ARE still the same