THESE OLD EYES

THESE OLD EYES

These old eyes have seen a simpler time when it was safe for a young boy to go out and play.

They've seen an innocence that believed everything that people had to say.

These old eyes have seen a time when people were so naïve.

They thought everything they heard or saw was true and it would be wrong to not believe.

These old eyes have seen a time when men were men and knew how to stand tall.

They saw a time when we believed that the bigger they are the harder they fall.

They saw a time, as men, there was a message we would send.

If you try to take what's mine, you will have to fight to the end.

These old eyes have seen a time when Rock 'n' Roll was king,

And the king of Rock 'n' Roll would shake his hips and sing.

I've seen a time when guys wore leather jackets and the girls wore their slacks.

The girls wore their ponytails and the guys had their hair slicked back.

These old eyes have seen black and white TV and you couldn't keep the good guy tied.

The good guys wore white hats and when they got shot, they never died.

I saw that there was good and bad and the good guys always won.

There were those that went after evil and didn't stop 'till their work was done.

These old eyes have seen a time before video games when kids went outside to play.

Kids had to use their imagination from sunup 'till the end of the day.

There were places to explore, lands to conquer, and treasures that were there to find.

There were rockets going into outer space and a cure for what ails man in a young boy's mind.

These old eyes have seen a time when it was all about a job well done.

A man gave a full day's work from the rise to the setting of the sun.

A man never settled for just going for the ride.

He always did the best he could because he had a thing called pride.

These old eyes have seen a man take the first steps on the moon.

Then I saw a man with a dream that was done too soon.

Then, don't ask what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.

I saw oppression and then saw man set it free.

These old eyes now see a world where man is losing his soul.

Every man for himself now seems to be the goal.

I see what man is doing to man and can't help but wonder why.

When I see that man no longer cares, all these old eyes can do, are cry.

STANLEY HENDRIX

1/30/2011

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