GOOD OL' DAYS

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READING ALL THOSE OLD CLASSICS ,I THOUGHT OF WRITING THIS POEM ..HOPE U LIKE IT !!!

Submitted: January 01, 2012

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Submitted: January 01, 2012

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MY GRANDPARENTS WISHED THAT BACK BE THE GOOD OLD DAYS ,

AND I THOUGHT THE GOOD OLD DAYS ARE OLD THEREFORE  THEY OUGHT TO BE VALUED AS GOLD.

I WONDER WHAT THOSE DAYS WERE LIKE,

WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO LIVE IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS.

THE URBAN WOULD BE WHAT TODAY IS RURAL,

AND  THE RURAL WOULD BE CLOSER TO FORESTS.

I WONDER WHAT THRILLS THERE WOULD BE,

IN WALKING ON  PATH MADE OF PEBBLES ,ALONG THE WOODS.

THE HOUSES WOULD BE MADE OF TIMBER,

WITHOUT ELECTRONIC HUMANS AND MACHINES AROUND.

THE OPEN VERANDA AND WALKING ALL THE EMRALD RIVER,

ALONG SECLUDED SERENE LANES BORDERED BY PINE.

THEN A SOFT FRESH BREEZE WOULD TOSS MY HAIR AND  STREW THEM OVER MY FACE.

EVEN THE IN  EYES OF A STRANGER ,

IN PLACE OF TODAYS DANGER,I WOULD FIND CARE.

THE TALK OF THE TOWN WOULD BE THE LATEST BALLS  AND THE DAMSELS THAT  CAME THERE ,

AND ABOUT THE PRETTIEST GOWNS AMONG THE LADIES ,

AND COLORFUL WIGS AMONG THE GENTLEMEN.

THEN I WOULD COME ACROSS A BEAUTIFUL MANSION OF THE LATE LORDS ,

AND HERE A  SAD STORY OF WHY DARKNESS SHADOWED IT AND WHY BIRDS DIDN’T CHIRP .

 ABOUT THE MISFORTUNE THAT BEFELL THE MASTERS AND THE EERIE SPIRTS THAT HAUNTED IT SINCE.

I WOULD THE SIGH AND TURN AROUND,

HOLDING THE HEMS OF MY GOWN,

TO WHERE DEWDROPS WASHED MY EYES AND MOIST GRASS MOPPED MY FEET.

THEN I WOULD SEE A HOME ,

A HOME INDEED.

NOT CEMENT OR BRICKS EITHER ,

BUT WITH TERMITES GNAWING THE TIMBER.

I WOULD STEP INTO THE DOOR,

AND WAIT FOR ANOTHER WAVE OF AIR ,

TO TOSS MY HAIR.

AS I WOULD ENTER,

WARM DANCING FLAMES OF THE HEARTH WOULD GREET ME,

TO COME CLOSER AND WARM MY CHILLED BODY.

OH! I WISH THE GOOD OLD DAYS BE BACK EVEN THOUGH I HAVEN’T SEEN THEM,

EVEN THOUH THEY AREN’T PART OF MY ERA.

OLD IS GOLD ,

AND I THINK TO ASK IS BOLD BUT I WANT BACK MY GOLD!


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