Here and Now and Long Ago

Why is it that “long ago”

Beats “here and now” I’d like to know?

Why is it poets pen their lays

So much about the bygone days?

Why is it they will sing fore’er

Of “good old days so free from care”?

And leave unsung the best, I trow,

The golden days of here and now.

The days of here and now should be

The best of all for you and me;

We can’t bring back the good old days

By singing songs or writing lays;

So let us make the very best

Of now, and let the by-gone rest.

The bygone days have lost the race

‘Tis here and now we’ve got to face.

The good old days were full of joy

When you were just a girl or boy,

And now the world seems dull and brown

Because we’re old and settled down.

But we can have the good old days

E’en now, if we will change our ways;

‘Tis possible to have, I trow

The good old days right here and now.

Dec. 3, ‘09