Waves

 

Something I’ve lately noticed,

And it kind of makes me sore,

Folks out in the country,

Don’t seem to wave much anymore.

 

Now, I know what you might be thinking,

Sure, it could be they just don’t wave at me,

But I’ve paid attention riding with others,

And waves are now a rarity. 

 

Has the country lost the kindness,

That it used to have?

If so can we fix it?

Is there a balm or salve?

 

Old pickups in passing,

One finger raised you’d see,

Of course you might get the whole hand wave,

From friends or family. 

 

When passing folks a workin’,

In the garden or the yard,

They would most always wave at you,

And show you some regard.

 

Then you would return the favor,

To let them know you cared,

Perhaps to let them know you sympathized,

And the feeling at least, was shared.

 

Is it just the world we live in?

Is the rat race now too fast?

Could it be common curtesy,

Is now part of the past?

 

I hope that ain’t the case, sir.

I hope it just ain’t so,

But I have to say I miss the friendly place,

That I used to know.