Days of the past

Life they say, its just like a story
Things keep on happening, hence we got history
And the good things just never seem to last
The fun, laughter and happy times disappears so fast
Reminiscing the starry nights, when we sat under the moonlight
Listening to Grandma's stories, our hope was ever bright
But along came the evil winds of civilization
Supposed to result in development and a better nation
But all that was just a figment of our imagination
What's accepted now, we once viewed as abomination
Oh! The moonlight stories, replaced with the television
So much viewing, we have lost our skills of communication
I long for those days of Grandma's stew
But she is gone and the memories are still new
We all had to grow up and leave each other
Everyone is so mature, we just can't stay together
Left to the mercy of phone lines for a simple family discussion
When it used to be all free, there wasn't any cost for subscription
Take me back to the days of the past
Install the memories in my heart for it to forever last