The Good Ol Times

I hear the stomping up above me The continuous roars of the people Who want to just say goodbye To the people that look into your eyes Always looking away from the hardships you must face What you must realize is that this is not a race Life is simply a beautiful thing That takes these moments and puts them on freeze Ever since you were held when you were a wee little thing Here you stand now though going off to prom Not even thinking of all the wrong. As you grow into your own adult You bring some tears to your old folks Throughout your life you disobey But then you realize that is not okay All the times they tell you that you have done wrong You just ignore it like a bad song What we must know is where Did the good ol days go