the good old days

Written by: maxwell collier

i miss the good old days, doing my thing in different ways, being in plays, when i wasn't in frays, going through a maze, when i could just graze, when i didn't know about grays. bullies and lunch trays, easy school work and sugar craze, never going through a phase, and not knowing a phrase. playing wall ball, when i wasn't this tall, i had no one to call, and when i got in trouble, i could always stall. cry when i fall, play with a doll, and maybe even have a friend named Paul...just be happy and that was all.