Renewable Energy
Nothing Good Ever Lasts, Or Does It?
“Can’t you see, the sun’s sinkin’ fast, but just like they say, nothing good ever lasts” is perhaps a retelling of what our greatest minds have been telling us for ages. For example, we have “Nothing gold can stay,” the work of America’s perhaps most beloved poets, Robert Frost.
Dement’s third verse:
I buried my Mama and I buried my Pa
They sleep up the street beside that pretty brick wall
I bring them flowers about every day
But I just gotta cry when I think what they’d say…
I buried both my parents, who were lifelong Republicans, but “I just gotta cry when I think what they’d say” not about the demise of our town, but our nation.
What’s happening to this country is horrible. Maybe it’s reversible, but maybe it’s not.
It’s up to us.
