Old Timer's Syndrome
I remember gas for 20 cents;
But I don't recall my wages then.
I remember Sachmo's sweet, sweet horn;
But not racist and unyielding scorn.
I remember babes in centerfolds,
But not the shame of lives untold.
It's funny how my mind will wander,
And why some memories grow fonder.
Why did some people get so angry?
Didn't they enjoy life just like me?
I know what's not in this equation,
A sense of conscience, I’m undone!
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