Let the present exceed your expectations.
Goodbye to you, you “good old days,”
From here on out you never were!
It’s time for past to learn its place:
A sadder mem’ry I prefer.
When optimism tints the past
The present ever will seem bad;
I’d rather think I was aghast
So that today I may be glad.
So welcome, “bad old days” my friends,
I love the pain and fear you brought.
Your darkness to the present lends
A brighter tint in eye and thought.