The good ole days

The older I grow, the more I see,
Life’s existence, my only decree.
It’s been a ride, they once did say,
Why do we call them the good old days?

Why can’t today be the days we live?
They can be, just touch the moment you give.
You’re living, you’re breathing,
There’s a reason you’re still here, believing.

Keep pushing, keep reaching, be teachable,
Pearls of wisdom, invaluable and reliable.
Accept the gift, a guide to life,
The truly smiling ones hold it tight.

Gifts of words and insight,
Be open-minded, let them take flight.
What we once thought were the good old days,
Are the days to be, in countless ways.