Old Days
13 April, 2008
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
My mind is dreaming
Thinking of a time that will never be
A time that used to be
I place I used to be
Wonder where they are now
Those people from long ago
So wild and young we were back then
Now domesticate and old
If we had a reunion now, would it be the same
Would we enjoy the same crazy things
If it could be the way it was
With the view that aging brings
If the places still existed
And the people were still around
Would we do the same things
Would classic rock from the juke still pound
We could all get together
And to a concert we would go
Getting drunk and high
Acting out so bold
Or would we just sit and reminisce
Of the crazy good old days
Making no new memories
Just dreaming of old ways
I let my mind keep dreaming
Of places that can never be
The places that will always be
A time existing in my memory
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| shiloh (66.24.112.118) -- Tuesday, April 15 2008, 02:50 am "...those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end, we'd sing and dance forever and a day... we'd live the life we choose, we'd fight and never lose, for we were young, and sure to have our way." from the song by mary hopkin from 1968... peace... shiloh |
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