Remembering the good ol times
And all that fun we had.
Remember all the hard times
And the moments we were "bad".
Remembering the past and the way we used to be,
But most of all, I ask you, do you remember me?
They said those were our best years
And wed wish we could return
But I dont know bout you folks;
This leaves me a bit concerned.
Those may have been some great times, but on our lives did move
And I think wed all agree I bet weve all improved!
Some of us were oh-so-close,
And some got EVEN closer J
Weve now gone our separate ways,
The Brains, the Brawn, the "Posers".
We made up our own language and created an odd ecosphere,
In a time when life was easy & hard rock was all wed hear.
We thought wed be so close forever,
And stick together to the end.
Well, some of us have kept in touch,
And a few even remained friends.
What we didnt realize then, was that there would be a day
When our lives would grow apart and thered be nothing left to say.
Time goes by, and we do heal,
we contemplate those good ol times.
Well pass a house or hear a song
That clicks something in our minds.
And then all of a sudden, like we never missed a beat,
Theres everyone at a barbecue and the circle is complete.
Well, here are pictures of good times
Without that wrinkle here and there.
Here old friends recall hard times
Results of which are our gray hair!
So, now these friends discuss the past ten years they didnt see,
And you can bet that Ill be there so you cant talk bout me!!