The Good Old Days

 

THE GOOD OLD DAYS

 

 

 

The quality of time is strained

 

Progress is meant to improve

 

Of what I see, I don't approve

 

And much I'd like to remove

 

 

 

Give me back the good old days

 

Today, I can see and compare

 

Then was when people were aware

 

Today they aren't and just don't care

 

 

 

Maybe there's something in the food

 

All these goodies, baddies in disguise

 

Or all those ripples in the skies

 

Everyone taken by surprise

 

 

 

Then there's believing what you read

 

It might look smart, slick and witty

 

Concocted by slickers in the city

 

Don't fall for words of the shitty

 

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