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