I used to laugh so much that I would cry,
It's now just memories old age shines upon,
And I watch laughing children pass me by.
But were the good old days really that good,
Or is it just our way of looking back?
Would you return there even if you could,
Sometimes when I think of the past it's black.
Perhaps the good old days are here and now,
And things are better than they've ever been,
But we've lost sight of all of that some how,
And all our busyness just makes us mean.
I think I'll slow down and appreciate,
How good life is before it's just too late.
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