In this modern era we live in, underneath this digital sky,
An old soul from the eighties, breathes a nostalgic sigh
I recall a time when life was less complex,
Before the endless apps, and the constant scrolls to check.
Back then, the days were long, and nights even longer,
Friendships were real, not digital, and far stronger.
We’d meet at the arcade, under neon lights
Not a smartphone in sight, just a shopping mall of delights
Music was a tape, a mix, a personal gift from the heart
Not a shared playlist where emotions fall apart
We would ride our bikes till the lamposts came on
In a magical era where we knew where posters were our song
We were connected with friendships, not living through a screen
Adventures were real, not just a Tik Tok behind green screen
We’d talk for hours, face to face, not through a text,
Experiencing life, not wondering what app is coming next.
Those were the days of freedom, of discovery, of light,
Not trapped by a notification’s constant bite.
We lived every moment, not just for a share or like
But for the memories, the laughter, the air, riding on a bike
Now in the glow of the phone’s incessant beam,
They can’t help but wonder, and sometimes dream.
Of a time less tethered, where life felt so grand,
In the eighties we lived, truly hand in hand.
