Years Ago There Was A Song

Years Ago There Was A Song

“Where have all the flowers gone?” Sound familiar?
People were really concerned about the earth, the people, everything I would imagine back then had some importance; well kind of as no one can tell what society will hold important tomorrow.
Today we have Twitter, Facebook, email, texting, and more “communicative apps” than anyone can use; but I have to wonder, is life any better today than it was when the beginning words of this post were committed to song?
Some may say that life is better, staying in the loop is easier, keeping up with family and friends is easier, and getting all the latest news about anything is easier (even though you may not be able to trust the information you get on the web,) but getting back to family and friends in this day in age; when you go to bed tonight, try hugging all your electronic devices and see if they make you feel all warm and fuzzy.
See when the song above hit the AM stations to be loved and adored by the masses, well, the times were for the most part simpler, and definitely free for the people that lived the more honest life. And all we had for communication back then were the regular mail, and good old Ma Bell, and family and friends could still communicate on a basic level of understanding.
The song and it’s meaning, for the most part the song is about Love, Life, War and Death, and the only time we hear the song is on some Oldie Goodies station, an old movie, or on some Public Broadcasting special about San Francisco, the Vietnam war, or an allergy campaign.
So is life today anymore understood today than it was decades ago? I’d be hard pressed to say that it is, if anything life or living is more frivolous, and getting colder.
It’s truly a shame, the dismantling of society has gone beyond the dismantling of the family, it used to be the suburbs were a problem, or at least considered the heart of the problem, but now days the suburbs have grown into countrywide problems, people aren’t moving for survival as in a job to support the family, their just moving. We can move freely now, we have the ability to text, the ability to post comments and pictures on everything from MySpace to facebook and beyond; as a society, we are free, free to be whatever it is we can imagine wherever we can imagine our freedom to be.
Getting a feather tickle to move, well it doesn’t always mean the move should be made without first considering the consequences of the move, as well as the losses that will someday be a part of our lives; an innocent move for the right reasons or not, those losses may never be set right, it’s just human nature these days to see only half the story. And, getting only half the understanding of those in your life.
Remembering the gist of the song is basically everything encompassed in living and the inevitable of life which is death, it seems that we all should be more understanding of the path we are on; after all, it’s kind of hard to communicate and hug from the grave, definitely impossible to build a better relationship from the grave.
The times we have at hand, so often wasted on truly meaningless things while the more important parts of life slip right on past our should be enquiring minds; aren’t we better than that, we are supposed to be smarter than animals aren’t we, yet they respect life and living so much better than us humans do at times.
Life was never meant to be a “Like Button” on Facebook, God gave us Hearts, Souls, and the depth of honest Feelings for a reason, and two arms to hold and share those parts of life that should be a part of everyone’s living breathing day. Isn’t it time, time to take an understanding breath of life, to feel the beauty of life’s more precious and enduring aspects before they are gone; leaving us with nothing more than regrets to fill our waking hours with. I should hope so, but then who am I, I’m certainly not God.
Take the time to ponder this writing, before we all have nothing more to do than to sit in questioning thought of: Where have all the flowers gone?

Peter, Paul & Mary – Where Have All The Flowers Gone
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone for soldiers everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

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