The Good Ol' Days

OK, back to poetry. I tried to have fun with this one.

The Good Ol' Days
By Henry David Rosso
Why do people always remember the "good old days?"
What is it about todays that makes yesterdays better?
And if the good old days were so good
That the todays don't measure up,
What about the tomorrows?
Are we missing something?
Did we miss something?
Are we about to miss something?
Does our desire for the yesterdays
Mean we have no desires left?
Are we faking it?
And if we are faking it, whom are we faking for?
Are today's thrills only recapturing yesterday's moments?
Can you thrill for tomorrow?
Or must you always be condemned
To thrill only for the moment,
Captured, released and gone?
You only make a good first impression once.
Once it's made, it is yesterday.
Tomorrow's impressions don't count.
They are borrowed.
You are condemned to remember the good old days
Do something good today
So tomorrow it will be a good old day.
Did we know yesterday that all those todays
Would tomorrow be the good old days?
If we knew, would we have tried harder?
And if we had tried harder,
Would we have tried for today or tomorrow?
What if we think today
What we would like to remember tomorrow,
What would happen to yesterday?
Do good old days pile up behind us
While we ignore todays
And tomorrows don't count?
Tomorrows are for calendars.
Todays are for adding to yesterdays
And yesterdays become good old days
So we can forget todays.
Have a good day.