The Best Days (Poetry)

They were the best days of our lives
we didn’t know it at the time
but simply lived them as our due
unquestioning how bright their shine

We took for granted all those things
we now look back on in old age
scarcely able to believe
that we have reached this woeful stage

where the future looks so bleak
the whole world in such a state
reminiscing is small comfort
when we’re facing a grim fate

They were the best years of our lives
running hopeful — giddy-glad
and just as well we didn’t see
what’s in store — the forecast’s bad