I miss the days of endless laughter, when
Pleasure seemed to be all we were ever after;
When the best of times always wound up in disaster:
Were we moving quicker or was the planet spinning faster?
Why do I reminisce on all my yesterdays,
The styles , the clubs and still my old music plays;
The light show synchronized displays ;
Everything seemed so bright, in my youthful sight;
or were They really better days?
Who cares and whatís the use? There isnít one left
To speak the truth anyway!
Changing my view on the old and the new,
Forgetting what used to be, will be forgetting you;
We had fun while it lasted , but thatís just it weíre through;
Times has changed me I feel brand new whatís done is done
Now I need to do what I want to!
I am no spring chicken but I am still quite young,
I gotta look good if I wanna have fun:
Good times arenít over theyíve just begun,
Well Iíd love to stay , but I gotta Run!
Come on letís go hun!
This is for anyone asking,
Keep the heart young and youth
Will be everlasting;
We get better the more time keeps passing!
Copyright „ 2005 Rich Criso Suarez