America 2035 (a poem)

I knew a country long ago

Where you could say what you wanted to say.

You could work where you wanted,

Your ambition undaunted,

And you could pray how you wanted to pray.

It’s an era we’ll never retrieve.

Young people now will not believe

That that fairy tale land

Is the place they now stand.

Their minds simply cannot conceive

Of a time out of mind,

But my memory can find

Those happy days.

The music still plays

When I close my eyes and remember…

Mimi Evans Winship