Golden Years Poem by Cody DeRoo
Golden Years
The good ol' days
Always the ones that we praise
The great industrial years
When America had no fears
No bombs no terrorists
And a neighborhood friend you could actually play with
Home cooked meals
Now you get microwaved veils
So, what happened to hard work and values?
Something you no longer see around you
More of a scared society
Maybe we aren't all that mighty
But I guess times change
And adaptation does the same
I wish we could go back just once
To the Golden Years we endured so much.
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4/27/2024 9:36:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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