The good old days
Those memories come flooding
they wash over me,
back to the good old days,
When life felt so free
When I was a child
I had no worries you see
Times were much simpler
And easier on me
Maybe those memories,
Are clouded, by time
But things seem so clearer,
Back then,
Through these now,
older eyes,
Of mine
Life was easier
Times were good
You felt safe
In your neighborhood
No gangs on the streets
No bullets flying around
life was safer
When I was a child
Moms stayed home
To be with the kids
Now days,
Both parents must work
Just to be able live,
and survive
Dad went to work
While mom stayed home
The children
Were never left unattended
Never left
Alone
Family dinners
Around the table each and,
Every night
Talking with family
About our days, and our lives
Now it’s fast food restaurants
Just use the drive thru
No time to eat at home
To many things
We need to do
Television was a treat
Not a babysitter,
Back then
Computers weren’t invented
No not way back
When
Families stuck together
And did things together too
Now it seems everyone,
Goes in different directions
With different things to do
I miss the good old days
Yes I do
Youngsters,
respected their elders
Like we were taught to do
No back talking
Or you get the tar whipped
Out of you
Now a days kids run free
doing as they please
No supervision
To much time alone
No parents at home
Crime is on the rise
Just watch the news
It leaves me sad,
and broken hearted
And down right
Confused
What happened?
to the good old days
When life was good
Times have sure changed
And not for the
Good
Good Old Days
Host
Divena
By badmac
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