sometimes you fall in a big pot of shame,
you look around but there is nobody to blame,
everything has changed nothing is the same,
sometimes in old days, everything has changed
those wonderful laughters, I once aired,
plus those beautiful stories, I once shared,
with those awesome friends I once cared,
sometimes in old days, everything has changed.
they say all of old reflects gold,
all was said and all was told,
nothing is hot, all is cold,
sometimes in old days everything has changed.
when I remember the past, I feel like crying,
precious people I had, are no longer living,
am no longer laughing, my habit is smiling,
sometimes in old days everything has changed,
if past could be returned, I could offer the price,
all the bad I had done once, could change them into nice,
but a gift of time is given once not twice,
sometimes in old days everything has changed.
if growing up meant drowning the past, I couldn't strike the bargain,
when I was young, an angel with no hatred or pain,
Never knew if life could be hard as tied in chains,
sometimes in old days everything has changed!
©bluewriter
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