The Good Old Days

In relics where memories are found, And so often said, 'the good old days'. Yet, here we are still hanging around, Imagining better were the old ways. Now change will it ever come? For this is not how it used to be; In nostalgia gathering from, The new day becomes hard to see. So we draw from old amendments And older testaments to, For somehow it compliments, Our 'good old days' point of view. Until change of course slow to come When conservative in old age yearns; Yet, great again, we'll beat the drum, While ignoring that the world turns.