The Good Old Days
I remember, the good old days
When Rock ‘n Roll, was all the craze
We pinned up our hair, danced all night
Did not come home, till morning light
They told us it was just a phase
I remember, the good old days
We bought gas for just a quarter
I was the shy, pastor’s daughter
One night at the submarine race
That was the night, he made first base
I remember, the good old days
I lost my virtue in a blaze
Yet now I sit here, all alone
Waiting for my children to phone
I’m thankful still, in many ways
I remember, the good old days
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Chelsea
Best wishes in the contest with this work of art. The message is the most important part. Thank you for sharing your golden pen with us once again. Love you my friend, Joyce 
