They run a good life
Thrill our lives
As we grew up
Watching their antics
But time doesn't stand still
It keeps moving; it keeps clicking
As the years moving on
We too feel the ache
The cartoons in our minds
Those were the years we had our laugh
Growing up thinking life could be a blast
But reality turned up differently
We may watch for reruns
Throw back of their lives
But for ourselves
It is still photographs of our time
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