Always The Good Days
People mostly say
Those were good old days
When they are thinking of the past
So what will be today
In the future, looking back
Since they’ve declared the ‘good olds’ have passed
But let’s look back farther
At your great grandfather
Who also said his were ‘The good old days’
That were there way before
You crawled on the floor
But ‘now’ you say ‘yours’ were ‘The good old days’
So who gets ‘good old days’
That came so many ways
Is it me, you, them, they, or another
Or are the best good olds
After the touting’s told
Just one more way to out-do another
I think each day is best
Deserving of our zest
In fact it’s even better than the last
And when we lift our head
To help make good cheer spread
We won’t need to brag ‘bout the past, that’s passed
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2025
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