I wrote a poem the other day. I was impressed with parents’ comments regarding Trick or Treaters who’d knocked on their doors. I had planned to read the poem at an event in Fort St James. As it turned out (being old) I left my writings at home. Karma, as they call it cut in. Today I changed the last verse and am more content with it.

THE MORNING AFTER HALLOWEEN

On Halloween night
Many kids said “Thank you”
And one little boy said “Please”….

Could it be an indication
That the pendulum’s syncopating
From a meaner generation
To a time of emancipation?

In bygone years the times were tough
Working hard and living rough
Folks survived on just enough
They got on well without much stuff

Materialism then occurred
Entitlement became the word
To be content with less – absurd!
“Be kind to others” wasn’t heard

Banannas fed to wild gorillas
They feasted on til stomachs filled
When given more than filled the bill
They’d hoard, and fight and even kill

Too much is not a natural given
It leads to minds who’re power driven
“Thank you” and “Please” are words with rythm
Leading to a happier living.