used to be.
every generation pines for
the old
days.
back when
things were simpler.
we didn't have to lock our
doors back then
you hear people say.
we knew everyone
and everyone was a friend.
we said good day
to one another,
we drank lemonade on
the porch
and sat on the swings,
talking until the stars
came out.
ah the good old days,
we reminisce
about those pleasant
times, but
it's dark now,
and we'd better go in.
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