Ode to Those Days of Old,
When Stories of Our Past were Often Told,
Pictures were Stored in Man's Memory Banks!
The Old Known Drawn on Tablets made of Stones,
Bold Minds Drew from them with Restless Bones!
Their Wise Long Strong Footprints Bared,
Reverently we Fare Our Electronic Remembrance!
To Honor Them to Show a Time One Dared!

Ode to Those Days of Old,
Days Will be New When We Are Bone,
This We've Been Told and Have Undersold!
Still Paying the Owed and Tolling the More,
As We Been Warned - It's Ours to Re-Hone!
May This Help One in Need to Even the Score,
I Pray So Now in a Long Acient Way,
To God's Only Son because I Find It Carries Sway,
To Believe Is the Acient Remembrance of Today,
As Our Tomorrow's Become our Yesterday's!

Ode to Those Days of Old!
For As Much As We Think of Ourselves as a Must, 
All the First One Requires is We Be One to Another Good!
As Powerfully as We Fill Our Own Strength,
All the First One Requires is We Be Rightously Just!
As Much As We Project our time Length in Hate,
All the First One Requires is We Love Mercy!
As Much As We Feel and Show our Pride,
All the First One Requires is We in Humility Stride!

Ode to Those Days of Old!
To Believe in A Power Beyond our Understanding,
Seek Only to Receive the Power of Standing in Belief!
To Be Humble Seek Only to Learn How to Receive Humbling's Relief!
To Be Strong and Filled with Power,
Seek and Long to Understand Faith's Powerful Strength!
To Be Merciful and Forgivingly Good,
Seek Only to Share Goodness and Mercy as We Should!