As one
gets older, one looks back
To the good old days, down memories track
Windows open, unlocked doors
No one trying to steal, what is yours
No gangs, rapes, or fights
Safety, when one walked the street at night
No pot, coke, or speed
The taking of drugs, there was no need
Life was at a slower pace
Nowadays, every one acts as if they are in a race
Both parents working, latch key kids
No wonder the youth of today, is on the skids
Work hard, show a profit, is the call
As the mighty dollar, drives it all
A social conscience, there is none
What a mess, the modern world has become
