In
the old days
The
arranged marriages went
The
brides had no say
The
parents did the stalking
When
a prospective groom was found
The
busybody would be dispatched to find
The
background and wealth
Before
the bride was offered to the man
In
the old days
Sometimes
happiness sometimes sorrow
Then
the blame game would begin
The
parents would called names
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In
the old days
The
wives were kept at home
House
chores and babies
Wrinkles
faces and old age
The
men would go
Affairs
of the sly
The
years of toil
The
wives had to endure
In
the old days
The
wives kept quiet
The
men the heads of the homes
The
children stayed obedience
Then
the time change
The
sharing of the pot begins
Once
the children reach escaping age
There
is no stopping the flight
The
family unit begins to fall apart
The
string of tying together disappear
The
old folks will be sent to the Homes
The
sunset days waiting for the call
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