Aw, Where Are The Good Old Days? Poem by Frank Yue

"Aw, Where Are the Good Old Days? "
- Frank C Yue

Aw, Where Are the Good Old Days?
Gone are my foolish youthful ways.
Were I fifty years younger,
I still dared not join the protesters.

For one thing, I'm not so sure -
Should I wear black clothing, my brothers?
Should I wear blue clothing, my sisters?
Should I wear white clothing, hey misters?

But for sure, a helmet's required:
Or a bloody crown you might acquire.
And safety goggles, too
If an eye you don't want to lose.

I might wear a mask on my face,
In the crowds there's scarce little space;
The rows and rows of people so thick,
And I won't carry my walking-stick.

The PLA were on the march...
It would be a terrible blood bath!
Could you hear the distant rumbling?
Heavy armoured vehicles are rolling...

I heard loud screams and rapid shots -
In panic, I turned and ran from there;
Then I fell off my bed and thought
O, What a hellish nightmare!