Times they are a changin,
An older guard struggles for relevance.
They long for the days of Reagan,
June Cleaver and Leave it to Beaver,
White picket fences and segregated neighborhoods,
Gays in the closet and women in the kitchen,
Marriage between one man one woman,
But O’ the times they are a changin.
Their anger turns extreme
Because their “perfect” little world is slipping away.
Reagan is gone,
But his policies live on that helped destroy this country,
Picket fences are in shambles after the housing collapse,
Racism is on your front page and you don’t like it,
The Cleavers and Leave it to Beaver
Are relegated to late night reruns…
Nobody buys this crap anymore,
Gays are our neighbors, they’re on TV, the radio, in politics…
The closet has been cleaned out,
Couches and fast food have left our kitchens cold and empty,
While John and Tom and Sue and Jane can say “I do” without shame.
So fight if you will, fight if you must, but…
O’ these times are a changin!
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
The old world changeth, giving way to the new… Thank you for this poem.
My pleasure Cynthia, thank you for taking the time to read it. 🙂
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They are.
Wow, thank you so much for the reblog, I really appreciate you doing that my friend.
My pleasure. Beautiful writing.
As long as people realize it is okay to change. The clock always does! Well written!
People seriously need to check themselves.
So much hate & prejudice – it’s sad.
Indeed it is RoSy, I wish it wasn’t.