Splendor in the Grass
All withers, nothing lasts
To and Fro, Hither and Thither,
The Present is always
Worse than the Past.
Danger always, up ahead,
Tyranny, shows it's ugly head,
Bad planning, Country bled,
Can't contain the tears,
The yesteryears of song and fun,
Are now forgotten, gone and done
What lies ahead, is no sweet song,
For now, what's right, Before was wrong!
Usually, the past looks sweeter than the present, and the future suffers from the fear of the unknown. That's why: What lies ahead, is no sweet song,
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Call me an optimist, but I sincerely believe that better days are ahead. Although, I must admit, the past was fun. Even the music was so much more fun! That being said, another excellent write, Sandra.