The Good Old Days

The Good Old days Remember them? Probably not, The Good old days, where have the gone? The days of sitting down with a good friend, no time you keep, Where you sit on the porch, fresh cool lemonade, summertime breeze. The Good old days, we'd talk til the sun went down, No stress, no worries, just honest, friendly, friendly chatter, The Good old days, what you looked like, it didn't matter, You listened with your heart, you healed with a tender touch, We all were here to love, support each other, success was measured by our richness in friendship, not by material things we owned, Oh how I miss them so much.. The Good old days, are now a forgotten memory, kinda like a well known book, that has collected dust, waiting for someone to notice it on the shelf, we see with our eyes, because its old, we don't bother to look inside, to see what great heartwarming stories it holds for our heart to hear, my dear friend, sister Sarah, has taught me to stop and smell the towers, look for a sunflower, for when the sun shines, it shows its face, and brings happiness to those in need.