Every person above a certain age
Tends to wax eloquent about the “good old days”
As a younger person you take it with skepticism
Life in the old days, when examined through your prism
Appears to you rather primitive
Without modern tools, how did they live?
You are baffled as picture of a utopian world they paint
While the present for them is full of complaints..
*
Fast forward a few decades, and you realize
That you’ve started talking about bygone days with moist eyes
You now see your past with a rose-tinted (presbyopic) lens
A melancholic nostalgia you experience
You too yearn for the good old days
Life used to be better in many ways..
*
Nostalgia is a strange emotion, your memories it paints
In shades so bright that your present appears faint
The good old days appear exceptionally great
You feel dissatisfied with your current state..
*
The next time your adolescents give you an eye roll
When the virtues of life decades ago you extol
Know that one day they would take your place
And the same skepticism from their children they would face
Passion...unbridled 