We all wish for the good old days,
everyone has them no matter our age.
At what point do the old days become old,
each of us has a different story to be told,
The good old days are in the past,
time passes swiftly, it cannot last.
Yet happy pictures is all we can see,
when we were young and felt so free.
We didn't have a TV there were no cars,
at night we looked up at the twinkling stars.
We were allowed to be outside and play,
a thing of the past that's not seen today.
But are the good old days an illusion,
nostalgia of the mind can be confusing.
Allow for reality to come to your mind,
the past just has to be left behind
Our rose colour glasses can see no wrong,
because our childhood is full of sweet song.
Yet we know that it just cannot last,
for the good old days are in the past
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