That era slipped by
Forever to be misconstrued
In the minds of the youth
Nostalgia of the old
Just as false
Never depicting those gone times
Romanticizing it all
portraying something that didn't happen
Adorning the story
Elaborating the good times
excluding the bad ones
spreading sentimentality
If you weren't wistful yet
Declaring things weren't as they were
A sip of righteousness
A toke on that retrospection
Zonked out on those illusions
things we wish were true
Like a bible passage
A preacher's zeal
A " today's youth wouldn't understand"
Coming out of the mouth of elderly spectators
Who watch the sun set from house front benches
sharing juice, tattle and hearsay with neighbors
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