Long for the past
When they say
Those were the days
When they tell
Of the good old times
When
Back in my day
We walked uphill, both ways
I wonder how things were different.
More paper
More pencils
More walking.
More style
More lipstick
More chivalry.
More creativity
More practicality
More competence.
But what will my children wonder
When I tell them
How we walked uphill, both ways
How we used paper books
How their education is less rigorous
More books
More school
More friends.
More gasoline
More rubber
More plastic.
More global warming
More tumblr
More popularity.
We must have been so bored, right?
I will shake my head and smile
Understanding.
Nothing is the same
But somehow, everything is:
Different people
Different styles
Different problems.
Different enemies
Different allies
Different wars.
I will be old one day.
So will you.
Memories fade, things change.
Forget the music, forget the movies
Remember me, please.