Once upon a time, people married to care for each other, until Death. Alas, no more, it seems.
Betsy, thanks for yesterday's excellent story of life long ago. I hope you don't mind, but the story prompted me to quickly compose this ditty, so I'll leave it here, and may also place my thoughts on my Blog. Hope Ed don't mind:
The Good Old Days?
by Arley Steinhour 022111
Ah, them days, when men were men, and women only chattel,
Boys grew up knowing they were in charge, and women were no better than cattle.
At end of life, it was the job, for Pa to settle any problem,
be it real or not, mama couldn't handle the strain of loosing her 'Problem.'
Today, we have a problem, with thinking ways, of old,
Men still be Men, but women, are now ever so cleaver, and Bold.
Sadly so, for not like days of old, young husbands and wives quickly flys,
Men and Women don't stay together, and upon divorce, it be no body, who crys.
Times have changed, so very much, we know not where we are,
All these years have passed along, and we've gone backward, so very far.
The Good-old-days, cannot return, if only they truly could,
where women truly ruled the house, and hubby still chopped wood.