An era of those days and an era of mine

This day and age I seek the days of bygone.
In the long-gone days, I look for today of mine.
In my own and in their rummage,
An era of their days and an era of mine.
An era of those days and a different era of mine.

It isn’t much different though,
What they sought after and today the needs of mine.
Happiness, peace and tranquility we all beseech after;
Yet why theirs day were different, much different from mine.

An era of their days and a different era of mine.
An era of those days and a different era of mine.

A close bond laid on discipline and code,
In the family Grandpa was the headman.
We ate ordinarily, yet it felt us so good,
The clothing we got, rapt the heart so fine.
Tantalizing evening stories of Granny;
And Mummy’s cozy lullabies at night.
Happiness of being together,
Was ever so strong and never it did decline.

No fear of theft ever or frightfulness of nights.
Each of us slept in peace as to guard there was one.
Each did his own job and also others a helping time.
His wasn’t alone his, his was also mine.

An era of their days and a different era of mine.
An era of those days and a different era of mine.

Grandpa’s bed was empty, his days were done,
Time took a writhe, and Father became the headman.
The house become of bricks, a stable roof atop,
Repute in the community, a well-known name to define.

Good food and good wear, good open talks,
Music, movies, recreation, what his earning could afford.
Discord in the kinfolk never ripped the family apart.
Values did existed and virtues a little refine.

Far from any worries afar from to run,
Doors of heart were open, feeling forever divine.
Ecstasy and togetherness we bragged,
Every day was bright and everyday it sunshine.

An era of their days and a different era of mine.
An era of those days and a different era of mine.

Then again the time swung, at this time pointing at me.
I am the headman, the possessor of heirloom and the family.
I earn the whole banquet, so I take the call,
Right or wrong for my caravan, I shall so determine.

Abandoned the old abode, to live in concrete wilderness,
Where fraud, phony and slaughtering a daily occurrence.
We eat to live and die by what we eat;
Education, sartorial, livelihood, everything underline.

Materialistic values took over and virtues all gone.
To run from our displeasure we try keep entertain.
TV, computer, internet, mobiles keep us all awake,
Worrywart, frustrated is now with what we confine.

Serenity we reverie and togetherness we beg for.
I try and catch from one hand and from other hand it’s gone.
Tug of subsistence, has become quite a mess to me,
Yet undying aplomb, my family have it on mine.

I sit alone to wonder, where did I go wrong,
My grandpa and father who were miles away from;
The worries and agony that lives with me today.
What’s in the era of their days and not in the era of mine?

An era of those days and an era of mine.
An era of their days and a different era of mine.