Remember

by V. Caminiti, The Almost Daily Binx, San Jose, CA

Remember when we didn’t mistrust the people telling us what happened. We were free then.  Journalists were often labeled ‘trusted’ when commentary and news were distinctly different.

Indeed we have a multi-media existence, a sound for every emotion, a song for every occasion and if we have a mobile app we can even produce a movie in minutes and share it with the universe.

I remember when my heart was home and most of you were welcome

I remember when your heart was home and the door was always open.

Remember when we didn’t think about money most of the day. We were free then.  Now, although mere metaphor, we’re shackled to our wallets and purses and we talk in muffled curses.

Indeed, we have richness in our lives, fancy cars, boats and some of us even have airplanes – summer homes, winter homes – and others with motor homes.

I remember when my heart was home and most of you were welcome.

I remember when your heart was home and the door was always open.

Remember when we weren’t selfish; long before obstacles took root between us.  We were free then.  That’s before they discovered how to manufacture controversy, loosely based on fact and/or faith.

Indeed we’re not so smart as hoped, we hardly even noticed our destiny stolen from us. While those who profit from the fights buy summer homes and winter homes and even homes that fly.

I remember when my heart was home and most of you were welcome.

I remember when your heart was home and the door was always open.

Remember when we didn’t yet have any serious opinions but were instead, seeking them. We were free then.  Now although mere metaphor, were beholden to ideologies because it’s our brand.

Indeed, we have preferences; even our software asks us that. Now although mere metaphor we’re defined by bits and bytes that we carefully prepare with style which makes up our personal profile.

I remember when my heart was home and most of you were welcome

I remember when your heart was home and the door was always open

Remember when we didn’t care how much each paid as long as we were all together.  We were free then.  Now although mere metaphor we reject those that cannot keep our pace.

Indeed we are very special now, initials on our pockets; expensive toys we girls and boys are wishing soon for rockets; we’ll fly about and hope for more and join a scorn-filled chorus about those in need.

I remember when my heart was home and most of you were welcome

I remember when your heart was home and the door was always open

 

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