the Good Old Days

Let us go back to the good old day
where each one had their own way

of fairy tales and magic
where terror was not so tragic

when people thought the earth was flat
and they used a pigeon to send a chat

we dropped by at each other's houses
instead of petty little public forward smses

with malls galore and the drooping yardstick
our depravity resembles the cheapest flick

i know atm's are cooler
but remember the smell of that paper
true, e-books are for the sucker

we all miss that ray of light and pouring rain
today it gets stuck somewhere before it can reach my window pane

if history truly repeats itself
and the vicious circle be believed
i only ask for a good old day to be re-lived

^
ojasvi
2009