Sun shining through the leaves

Grass greener than remembered

Swings rocking gently calling me

Those were the days.



Children jumping rope

Giggles fill the air

Tommy fell from the swing

Those were the days.


Bikes whizzing by my eyes

Horns and buzzers sound

Teeter totters up and down

Those were the days.


I hear a voice calling out

The words once used for me

Lunch is ready, come on in

Those were the days.


I sit on the swing with naked toes

I write my name in the sand

I look around and wish once more

For those wonderful, good old days.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd



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