The Good Ole Days

Do you ever think of the good ole days, And what they really were? Such peace and understanding, Such joy filled our hearts, No time for demanding, How about a game of darts? We all pulled together, So no ONE did all the work. The air so much cleaner, No one went berserk. Now you look around you, Only if you dare, It seems such an issue, Doesn’t anyone care? But we go on living, That’s what they call it now, Too much a misgiving, Makes you wonder how. Peace on earth, Goodwill to men, These are just words, That have been. So when you wake in the morning, And breathe in your smog, Your tale is dragging, No time to jog. Just for a second, Think about life, Think of your children, Don’t forget your wife. Think about living, The best that you can. Think about giving, An extra hand. What can you do, About things as they are? Maybe a new muffler, On that Junker of a car. Maybe a smile, Wherever you are. I have heard it contagious, So be careful out there, Some think it outrageous, To show that you care. Lets bring back the old days, Lets breathe again, Lets enjoy our life, The best that we can.