You can see nostalgia on their face
while they try so hard to make their case
how life was better in many ways
and things were great in the good old days.
I’ll build the outhouse, you dig the pit
and we’ll have it done before we quit.
Let’s stand back to look and give it praise.
Tell me how you miss the good old days.
Pick up the phone and wait a while
‘til no one’s talking then you may dial.
Put wood in the stove and let it blaze
while to talk about the good old days.
Pump some water and bring it inside
and put in the washer with some Tide.
Since there’s no TV we can just gaze
thinking about the good old days.
Walk a mile to school or maybe two
with a lunch your mom packed for you
while you are waiting for life’s next phase
remind yourself of the good old days.
Today is the good old days my friend
and here’s the message I want to send.
Don’t miss the now as you sit in a daze
trying to live in the good old days.
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God bless you. Kathy
Cheers,
Dan
Georg
It flows very well and makes lots of sense, makes me laugh a little as well.
People sit and talk about them, but we have never had it better. Our Grandkids (may God watch over them) will grow up to find a world much different than our parents. One without internet and instant worldwide communications. I remember when I was the remote control. So life goes. Sometimes I really am glad I will not be around to see the results of what the 50's generation has done for them.
But now for me..........Life is good.
Walt