A GOOD DAY TO DIE

Ah!
To have lived and died
In the time of gratitude.

There were no cell phones then.
People seemed to enjoy
Meeting face to face.
In fact, they often embraced.

And they were not ashamed
Of their faith.
Gratitude was in
The air you breathed.

Sunsets painted all the houses
And not just those who
Had the view on the hill.

There was time for timelessness.
You could feel it in your solar plexus
And not the pit of your stomach.

It was referred to as 'charming'
By the operatic, and 'wholesome'
to those who were unsuspecting.

From sunrise to sunset
There was nothing to covet.
Naïve and innocent,
They went from the cradle
To the grave buoyed by
Their shared affections.

That's why I moved here.

- Thomas Vorce