The Good ole Days

It did not seem that long ago
We were all together
Enjoying nice weather
And all we did know
All the lessons learned in school
We were showing each other how we did grow
Each afternoon a swim
Most nights a drink and a smoke
A ride through town in my fun red car and a toke
Singing our favorite songs
And telling jokes
Suddenly though
Things got less funny
Our hippie parents told us to get more focused on money
Move out of the house
And get on with life
Go find a wife
Or a husband
That is not the Lord’s plan I thought
Why just focus on things that get bought
When we were already living in a mythic place
Where Homer’s epic ends
And King Odysseus reigns again
After suffering in the Iliad
And an Odyssey just to get home
Only to find some trespasser on his throne
Who was interested in only his wife’s beauty
And the kings bounty
I put this famous Grecian city in my rearview
After I beat the case on some things I could not undo
But was able to live through
Wanted some time away
Where skies were not just grey
But bright blue
And golden sun rays
So I headed west until the mountains touched the sky
Spent a number of years asking the Creator of all things simply why
When I started to hear the reply
It seemed simple and obvious
This world is to bless
No need to guess
Just experience all and everything
For that is what God wants for you
And for me
That for sure I did see
But like the boy I have always been
I would get upset
When I saw others forget
And act with disrespect
Show hate and contempt
You can guess what happened next
My mother did all she knew how
Moved me back home
And I was okay with it at first
Because I assumed it would be the good ole days again
Although I was not with the same friends
It looked basically the same
And I was given a similar feeling
Something was definitely strange
The uniqueness was gone
All the kids wanted to be the same
All very concerned with succeeding at the rich man’s game
To me and my friends that is still lame
Now it is myself I blame
Because I could of been a better example
Could of shown the way better
So this will be my last sorry letter
Because tomorrow I write my love again
For it is with her I begin again
A chance to be more than friends
To rewrite this end
Find our own place
Our own escape
Where we write the rules
And decide what is cool
Where we build our new school
Both become teachers
Not preachers
Truth seekers
And love believers
It will be the good ole days again
And I will call all my old friends
See if they want to be a part of this happy end