Yesteryear

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Yesteryear

Post by Toast960 » Tue Mar 14, 2006 3:52 am

Let me know what you all think of this.









"Yesteryear"

by Dan Wright



I sit thinking of the days before I was a teen

The days when I lived life to the extreme

Doing anything just cause it was fun

And did everything before the day was done



Days when the sun would never go down

And we had no reason to ever frown

Listening to alternative music we couldn't understand

But thought it be cool to be in a band



Having a smile and playing games

Having no idea what was cool or what was lame

When life was fun and we had nothing to fear

Just recalling the days of yesteryear



Riding down hills that would make us risk our lives

And thought we were rich because we found a five

Back in the days of climbing trees and jumping ramps

Bored to death with endless days of summer camp



Going down slides that would burn our legs

Going arcades with no money and having to beg

Living for the moment and wondering about tomorrow

Back in the days of innocence before heartbreak and sorrow



Having a smile and playing games

Having no idea what was cool or what was lame

When life was fun and we had nothing to fear

Just recalling the days of yesteryear



Now those days have since passed

And I have had to grow up really fast

Living in a world so hard and unkind

And having fun is something that's hard to find



And if I could have my way

I would relive those moments for just one day

So I could feel everything would be alright

And I would enjoy myself in the sunlight



Having a smile and playing games

Having no idea what was cool or what was lame

When life was fun and we had nothing to fear

Just recalling the days of yesteryear
To Liz, my one and only - May our love last forever :)





"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.." - Jack Kerouac, "On The Road"

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