As a child growing up
With elders going on and on
About how everything in the present age is crap
From movies to books, technology to rap.
I could not fathom how music so pleasant,
To their ears was abominable and depressant.
Their sensibilities were limited and on freeze
And dated to things produced until the 80s
History repeats itself
Patterns as well
We see the Internet raving about the pride of 90s
Comparing it to the present and making it a tease
There is nothing wrong in romanticizing the past
But so much harm holding on to it stead fast
Let’s have fun rolling with the changing times
Let’s laugh and smile marking it with wrinkled lines.

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