So Much a While Ago

I could count myself lucky Every time I ventured out For on the tray were plenty To eat, to drink, to wonder Just how did she do this? But then I remembered Days and nights in times Gone by or un-memorized The pangs of savage hunger The days and nights of rage Are those days truly gone? Are the days of plenty come? Will this new feeling last? I will dash to mama again And ask her if this is for real!