MUSINGS OF A GHOST

I think about the times,
when love was good and evil was bad.
I think about the times,
when my heart sang and my mind wandered.

I think about the times,
when my soul held on to dear life,
and my life was a vortex like no other.

I think about the times,
And how they have changed not for the better.
I think about the times,
when a man's word once meant something.