These Are Good Old Days

Oh, how I miss the ''Good Old Days''.    
Here I am Just thinking back to a time when I was young, an invincible rebel, living like there were no tomorrows.      
I was just another player in a band of high-strung passengers traveling warp speed and blazing through the ''Good Old Days''.      
And it seems that it was not so long ago that I was adventurous, bullet proof, and oblivious to all of life's indelible sorrows.      
 I often wish that I could go back in time and relive my fun filled reckless nights that are burned into my brain like a unstoppable fiery blaze.      
      
Now, these are the ''Good Old Days''.      
... I just want to revel in all of the present pleasures of life.      
Time flies... hit pause,      
It's all the little things that I am going to miss in the coming years that will soon pass me by without sympathy or cause.      
       
Oh, how I miss the ''Good Old Days''      
I still have lingering regrets, wishing that I knew that I was living in the ''Good Old Days'' before I unknowingly soared through life so fast.      
I still stop and think of all my years gone by, back to a time when it felt like life talked to me, teaching me everything that I thought I that needed to know.      
Yet, life still remains remarkably defiant, keeping all of its secrets hidden in a mysterious place of wisdom incredibly treasured and vast.      
It is without regret that my carefree life's lessons remain permanently etched in my head, teaching me how to live and to grow.      
       
Now, these are the ''Good Old Days''.      
... I just want to revel in all of the present pleasures of life.      
Time flies... hit pause,      
It's all the little things that I am going to miss in the coming years that will soon pass me by without sympathy or cause.      
       
       
Oh, how I miss the ''Good Old Days''.      
Am I still honestly missing those foolhardy days when doing something bold was simply just another day?      
I can always press rewind and play those memories in my head, which will always remain the keepsakes of some of the best times in my life.      
Yet those very special moments of reminiscence are just another reminder that leaving those outlandish days behind was life's ultimate price to pay.      
This wise old man has come to learn that embracing the present is pure gold for the new ''Good Old Days'', free from harm or strife.      
       
Now, these are the ''Good Old Days''.      
... I just want to revel in all of the present pleasures of life.      
Time flies... hit pause,      
It's all the little things that I am going to miss in the coming years that will soon pass me by without sympathy or cause.      
       
Time Flies...      
       
''These are the Good Old Days''.      
       
Hit Pause...      
       
''These are the Good Old Days''.