apple pie

you liked the world
when you were younger,
when it moved more slowly.
simply.
when there were
nine planets in the sky,
before the moon
got closer.
each show on tv
neatly planned on three
or four
channels. bonanza at nine.
the radio held all
your music.
you had a room, a bed.
dinner at the table
after being called in
from playing
in the street with everyone
you knew.
school in the morning.
the world seemed
safer.
people stayed together,
worked at the same
place
until they stopped
and became old.
the food pyramid had
eggs and bacon on
it. whole milk, and pie.
okay, maybe an apple too.
of course it was all
a charade, a
Disney world of make
believe.
but still you miss it.