Ode to the good old days
When we did things in such simple ways
We could laze and sit around for days
And pass time through and through
Not so quite like modern days
With flashing lights and cloudy haze
No, not at all like modern days
With all the work to do
But...
In a year or two or three or more
A thought comes knocking 'round your door,
A thought that strikes you to your core
And brings you hope anew
For the good old days are in the past
And we all know that it can't last
But soon to join these days, too fast
Will be today, so dull and blue
It never really takes too long
The present joins the past's sweet song
You'll soon forget all that was wrong
And treasure it all, in time