The Good Ole Days
The world around us keeps changing
But its people remain the same
A life that's been touched by yesterday
Keeps looking for tomorrow to blame
We talk about the good ole days
And the way that things used to be
Not wanting to live in the future
But rather in history
Our children claim, we don't understand
Even though, we know it's not true
We just see the world, the way that it was
With a more experienced view
For life's not a bed of roses
And money, doesn't grow on trees
We lived in a world, where learning to stand
Meant first getting on your knees
But now prayer is gone, just thrown away
We've lost touch with our christian past
And without the faith of the good ole days
How long can tomorrow last?
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010
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