GOLDEN DAYS
We lived happily beneath thatched roofs
Feasting merrily on simple fare
Dressed in familiar, humble garb
At peace in our unrefined ways.
Oh, how I miss those old days
When we walked miles just for fun
Telling tales of old, one by one—
How beautiful they were, those old days.
Our leaders were sources of inspiration
Not objects of disdain and abomination
Praised for their kindness and bravery
Not glorified for their folly and thievery.
Those old days
When the wind whispered to those who listened
And the sun brightened the vision of the blind—
Those were the golden times: the good old days.
Copyright © Hakim Fuhad Mansaray | Year Posted 2024
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