It’s the way it’s always been
I’ll stick to it, through thick or thin
My mind’s made up, I did not stutter
Your demand for change
It makes me shutter
What’s wrong with tradition?
Our historic ways?
I wish I was back in “the good old days”
When life was slow,
Not this furious pace,
Acting like it’s a race,
Wish I was back before all went wild
In 2020, when I was a child
Irony intended, and definitely not my voice.
Weekend Writing Prompt #161 – Obdurate in 74 words