We don’t always know
We’re in the good old days
When we’re in them.
When life more or less went according to plan
And seasons were predictable,
When the money was good
And the love came easy-
‘Glory days‘
As it were.
But not everything was
Better in the past.
Life before the pandemic
Was not a bed of roses
And it turns out
What someone calls the ‘Good old days’
Is someone else’s darkest hour.
Go figure.
Glory days
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