Poodle skirts,saddleshoes,sockhops
An era long gone by
That which can\'t be returned to
Except in,perhaps,one\'s mind
Tom Collins\' and Mint Juleps
On a post war bright sunny day
A mai tai or sea breeze to follow
A chateaubriand fillet
James Dean and a blonde named Marilyn
Who one would go to the drive in to see
Not dreaming that decades later
They\'d be spoken of so reverently
Automats,malt shops,soda fountains
A myriad from which to choose
And if music were your fancy
You couldn\'t beat rhythm and blues
But those days have long surpassed us
As have the majority who were there
When times were so much simpler
Nonchalant and free from care
Now we have to adjust
To the times we find ourselves in
Often times acting as if
We don\'t know where to begin
But as has been written above
One need only to look to the past
So as to get a clear picture of
How these days needn\'t be our last
But this fear it haunts me daily
And will \'til the day I have passed
That they may actually be
And the die\'s already been cast
But until that day arrives
All I need is Yesterday
To guide me towards the future
And to whisk my soul away