Those afternoons of yore,
Some bright, some dark, all queer
Oh, those were innocent days,
of simple joys and fleeting pains!
The rumbling of the cloudy sky,
the dancing trees of a blustery day
Azure skies of outdoor fun,
those verdant fields and flowing streams..
I wish those days could come back once more
and take me back to my paradise lost
A little kid, all cares unknown
A whiny memory of the soul.
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Really nice poem! You seem to be longing to get back to the bygone days of childhood…