These Days, Oh These Days

By Bruce Clifford

Does any of this matter
Will we remember
These days, oh these days

Do these moments seem wider
Will they get brighter
These days, oh these days

There was once a time we could mingle
Sit in the same room and write a jingle
There were once places we could go
Now we’re here waiting for the glow

Does any of this seem wiser
Will we ever again sit beside her
These days, oh these days

Are we getting into this any deeper
Now I am a weeper
These days, oh these days

What can I say
What can we do
These days, oh these days
They’re right in front of me and you

There was once a time we could mingle
Sit in the same room and write a jingle
There was once places we could go
Now we’re here waiting for the show

Does any of this matter
Will we remember
These days, oh these days

©5/2/2020 Bruce Clifford