The Olden Days

As I look at the olden times When things just were rough We fought off Indians and hate crimes And had to ride in the dust the air was nice and fresh No factory pollution going so high We could see star's up there Just all across the sky I remember what it meant to have families that were strong Where all the time we spent And sometime didn’t get along When we were little kids the chores we had to do it made us mature with age our parents love we knew We watch our parents try so hard to provide during troubling times they never had a credit card barely nickels and dimes and when on our birthday we just hoped and prayed they could save up to buy a toy so we could play the times were rough at school for teachers were far between we fought our battles by a rule its always okay no to fight clean There was no thing as TV’s or all those video games we stayed busy playing in trees and taking horses across the plains I remember watching the sunset Sitting there with my dad talking about a little bet About a football game we had and the walks at night just learning from all he knew he taught to choose the right he said choose it through and through and as i look upon those day before he left us behind i knew the man he wanted me to be Always gentle and kind and so i look on those olden days they seem centuries ago But deep down inside It is all that I know..