The Passage of Time

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