The old is lost

When I was sad and down And deeply hurt I stood up and sat down And deeply thought Of things blessed and tender, Things fair and just And these things made me ponder, For those things are treasures that can’t be bought. I stood up and thought in wonder, Of things old and true but lost And the new generation’s blunder, Like love turned to lust, How badly have things been altered! They would pay and bear the cost. The new things are unworthy to be uttered, But these things are now a must. These vile things have been carefully buttered And into the hearts of young men thrust. I am distressed and embittered, For the old and good is lost.