"Simpler Times" by Alina Fondren Work with our hands, a lost trade To grow and nourish a harvest Living with the seasons in food And in spirit candle light Real food of wholesome life And company that is a smile To return to simpler times A lifestyle envied Because there it cannot reach me With its claw that has the world in grasp It kills things gentle and innocent Demands constant entertainment Oh consumerism and convenience And all its technology