Yesteryear

The stars of yesteryear Were Stars of the first magnitude The women, were graceful and elegant The men were dashing and handsome too.   There are no stars anymore They’re just celebrities. Amoral and slovenly The masses, they seem to please.   Quality Scripts have been replaced With special effects, and action. I miss the movies of yesteryear When the story was the attraction.   Perhaps I should have lived In another time and place. Somewhere called yesteryear A different time, a different space.