Supper Time

It’s not too late for me to recall

When I thought I had it all

With a beat up ball,

Cracked bat and a well oiled glove

Sunset bike rides, my friends beside

Chasing the sun, to get back in time

Because our only rule was to be

Home for supper time

Supper time was a time for prayer,

To thank The Lord, with all the family there

We talked about our day,

Shared laughs, until we cried

With milk running down our smiles

We tried to listen to Mom and dad

And relax for a while

Because it was supper time

After supper time, we caught our breath

Relaxed for awhile, recalled our latest conquest

We watched the evening news

To hear what they had to say

It didn’t take too long till we were bored

Same old stories we heard the night before

Too many people killed at the war,

We just wanted to go out and play some more

Some years later . . .  a different time

We don’t normally have supper time

Busy schedules of work and play

We don’t really talk about the day

The 24/7 news is there

Of the source, we need to be aware

IPods, cell phones, text everywhere . . .

Information overload is in the air

We just need to step up and show we care

About the land that we grew up in

That our fathers and theirs fought for

That our sons and daughters die for

It’s not too late to come home for supper time

there is a time for change,

 We need to change it back . . .

                                                                                D. Carlson

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