Another Time
Another Time
I seem to remember another time,
one so like today, yet brighter.
Perhaps more warm and golden.
More carefree, I suppose.
Oh, but we're so much older now!
There was a time, I remember, where
all we worried about was getting a tan,
and is my makeup just right,
and pass me a soda?
But now we have summer rainstorms
rolling in and we don't have umbrellas.
Sometimes, I think we're too old now.
Carefree days are over and now
we live in the cold, real world.
Could we still, just maybe,
learn to dance in the puddles?
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