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Have you ever noticed,
Things were better than they are now?
The snow was whiter, the grass was greener,
Even the air we breathed was cleaner.
Every sentence is now begun
With "Things were different when I was young."
My granddaughter tells me "Yes, I know"
You had to trudge for miles in snow.
'Course that is not quite true.
I first saw snow at twenty two.
But I did go three miles to catch the train
In wind, and hail, and sleet, and rain.
Or, it was just as often hot,
And we would moan about our lot.
It always seemed, we thought, a pity
We lived so far from fun in the city.
So each generation has its turn,
Of crying, as life's bridges burn.
Each generation seems to feel,
The other had a better deal.
Of course we know it isn't so.
Given a chance, we'd rarely go
Back to how it used to be
Back at the start of our family tree.
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