The Good Ol-Days

While reflecting on the good ol-days Each so special in their own ways Places I’ve been, the people I’ve loved Hands a lot warmer once its been gloved The message that I truly hope to relate Good ol-days weren’t all that great Like all other days they had highs and lows In the bag of days that’s just how it goes As we ponder days lets make it understood If not for the bad would the good be good These days the days fly by so fast How can we expect their memory to last? So, lets forget yesterday with all its sorrow For the best of all good ol-days is tomorrow