They say the ‘good-ol days’ But why cant I relate?
What if I don’t miss the old days?
Is it wrong to like the present, More than the past?
Why doesn’t anyone say- ‘What a time to be alive’ anymore?
Please don’t think I’m crazy, But I don’t miss the past.
Because right now I’m fine where I’m at.
I understand that some people might think that I don’t care for the thousands of lives dying because of covid, but I truly do pray for those lives. Like many of us I also have family and friends out there who I care for deeply, but this poem is not about corona, its about the past. So please understand.