Tjhe Good Old Days Don't Get Old

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The Good Old Days Don't Get OldWe shoved off in that rented boatsoon as Dad popped a Michelobout poured those stories from his pasthis own pa took him fishin', toobut after some lukewarm brewthey caught more ZZs than big-mouth basslike slippery fish those years got awaybut to Dad they felt like yesterdaythe good old days don't get oldthey stay as young as when we lived themthe best of times are timelessso we can go back again and againin tears and laughter and stories toldthe good old days don't get oldwhen Dad fin'lly quenched his thirsthe said, "life is first things first"and I knew what I was gonna heartheir boat once flipped in that lakeDad went for the catch and baitbut granpa swam ashore with the beerthere was no blue-ribbon fish that timebut that mem'ry's mounted in his mindthe good old days don't get oldthey stay as young as when we lived themthe best of times are timelessso we can go back again and againin tears and laughter and stories toldthe good old days don't get oldthat day we took a long walk homeso dad could stop by granpa's stonethough dad seemed to whisper to the airI knew granpa was therethe good old days don't get oldthey stay as young as when we lived themthe best of times are timelessso we can go back again and againin tears and laughter and stories toldthe good old days don't get old(c)2006 Robert George