Oft' times reflecting on our youth
In present day surrounds
We feel the pangs of what once was
A life constricted
As morally we were bound
Did not the youth of yesteryear
Rebel against the rein
And yet; did live within the canopy
Of laws that governed
To keep us free of shame
Each passing year as we get old
We censure what is now
Believing; that we were right
And judgeing all
With words which disavow
The era, of which once we were
Has come and gone
Discourage the narrowness of thought
And aged ways
Accept; our flower of youth has blown
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