Where once we gathered by a fire
With babes in arms to admire
Where once we were held by the wise
Bonded by familiar ties
All ages together, young to old
Watching life cycles unfold
Simpler in some ways, it may have been
With different dangers to glean
The world was smaller, not even round
All we needed could be found,
Perhaps we were more superstitious
Life may have been quite repetitious
Once, long ago, women were not oppressed,
But society has ‘progressed’
Now we gather in segregations
Even in our celebrations
More educated than ever before
But knowledge lost of our very core