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Of Days Gone By

Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I dream
Of Days gone by

Life was hard, each day we learned
We never wanted what we hadn’t earned
A handshake at the bank was the only must
Lives were built on faith and trust

Friday night dances at the school’s old gym
Pledge of Allegiance and a morning hymn
In the Spring, caterpillars all over the trees
Stop at the candy store for jujubes

Pinball machines and wiffle balls
Growing to serve, duty calls
Decorating the car for the football game
Jumping in leaves when Autumn came

Watch a parade on Decoration Day
Visit the grave, a prayer we’d say
Meet at the diner after class
On Christmas Eve, go to Midnight Mass

Play in the street until well after dark
Climbing trees at the local park
Baking potatoes on an open fire
Riding  a bike after patching  a tire

Delivering newspapers in all kinds of weather
Put a nail in a bat to hold it together
Counting stars while lying in the grass
Standing under a pavilion until the rain would pass

Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I dream 
Of days gone by.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 4/4/2015 7:41:00 PM
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Date: 3/30/2013 12:24:00 PM
Funny that I'm back! But you were the only one listed as my favorite I read it again...It's charming....Thanks!
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Date: 6/21/2011 10:59:00 AM
A fine, nostalgic write. I have done most of those things in my time. It is good to look back, even if some memories give a sharp pang. Regards, Robert.
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Date: 6/14/2011 5:30:00 PM
Hi Vince, thanks for visiting me and it led me to visit you. This is a wonderful poem of bygone days. Brings back a lot of sweet memories.......Elizabeth
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Date: 4/1/2011 10:19:00 AM
a great poem, brought back a lot of memories. thank you for reading my 1952 and for your comment. i was 9 years old, and thinking i would never grow up, but those were good days.
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Date: 3/15/2011 8:48:00 PM
Awesome write of youthful memories! Thanks for sharing and thank you for your congrats on my featured poem. Caroline.
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Date: 3/12/2011 7:05:00 PM
God, this should be a song lyric. I could see Neil Diamond or Don McLean singing this. This is incredibly nostalgic and quite evocative at times. Thanks for this, Vince! Regards, Gerard
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Date: 3/2/2011 2:57:00 PM
Oh my goodness, did you take me back! I love this poem! Thanks so much for your nice comment on my poem. Ellen
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Date: 2/27/2011 3:42:00 PM
I think we would all like to hold on to those memories that somehow seemed to be a simpler time. The past seemed more brighter than the future. God Bless Phyl
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Date: 2/14/2011 11:59:00 AM
I too, want to hang on to those days...quite often when trying to fall asleep at night...that is the "place" I want to helps me shake the troubles of today's world, at least for that 'twilight' moment. If only we could keep those moments of our remembering, longer.
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Date: 2/9/2011 10:52:00 AM
It is going in my fav. Poem my friend. Love and best wishes...Ravindra
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Date: 2/9/2011 10:48:00 AM
‘Absolutely a mind blowing poem. Recalling the memories of 'days gone by' with so sweet memories is amazingly beautiful my friend. For a moment, I too was swept away with the wind of your cool and sweet memories. It was a joy reading this lovely poem and thanks for your good wishes on my featured poem...Ravindra..... Vince Suzadail Jr.
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Date: 2/8/2011 7:34:00 AM
The refrain sums up the whole. Things are tough in Ireland at the moment what with un-employment, little prospects and an ineffective government , but what the hell, it’s Ireland. Still a great place to live. Cheers for now, Eamon
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Date: 2/8/2011 7:33:00 AM
Hi Vince. Thanks for the visit and the kind comment. Loved this as it hit my memory spot. I remember jujubes as my grandfather was a sailor and used to bring them back from the USA. The pinball, the climbing trees and all those things that we thought would never change, then we grew up with only our memories times when the world was am easier place to be. Great write, you should be proud of it.
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Date: 2/6/2011 4:05:00 AM
This poem should have a prominent place in classrooms and community centres. If anything, growing up can be lived without prejiduce, crime, gangs and we can do it by being friendly and innocent. This world could easily return, if we had the balls to clamp down on the undesirables who make our society unbearable. I hope your family situation is easing Vince. Many thank you's for your always kind words....:)
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Date: 1/30/2011 10:20:00 AM
What a very sweet and nostalgic write, Vince! I enjoyed going through your corner of memory lane--thank you so much for sharing :) wonderful poetry that had me smiling :) -nikko :D
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Date: 1/28/2011 4:24:00 PM
Just wonderful, Vince. Yes, I remember and I want to cry to remember what is forgotten.
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Date: 1/22/2011 9:41:00 PM
Beautiful and lovely beyond words. In these wonderful lines, you have sketched a picture anyone would love my friend. Sorry I am reading your poem for the first time and I think I have missed such beautiful poems in the past. Will read more shortly and thank you for your kind comments on my Blog, which I have commented back. Thanks again. Love and best wishes...Ravindra....Vince S. Jr.
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Date: 1/21/2011 5:21:00 PM
Now you've made me cry, Vince..all those wonderful days gone that were filled with hope and promises- I have enjoyed God's beautiful earth... we felt rich beyond anything! Simple pleasures we stored away... for some other time... Truly enjoyed this Vince..touched my heart and will add to my Favs. List! God blessings and love, Audrey
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Date: 1/19/2011 2:18:00 PM
Wonderful Norman Rockwellesque write! I really enjoyed the imagery! Thanks Vince! Light & Love
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Date: 1/19/2011 9:19:00 AM
it's not funny how god given gifts have been forgotten for the ones made by man. the liqure and drugs. the vido games and texting explicit pictures. sometime i cry. john
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Date: 1/17/2011 10:04:00 AM
Thanks for the memories, Vince. I find myself too more-and-more, dreaming of days gone by, so- much-so, that I have started writing a screenplay about them. Lainie
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Date: 1/14/2011 8:09:00 PM
Those days are gone, but you will always have the memories. Nicely written with pervasive descriptiveness and rhyming.
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Date: 1/13/2011 6:34:00 PM
I too laugh, and cry, and wish for days that have gone by.... Those precious days were gold....hard times, yes.....but it seemed that people cared about each other more. When I close my eyes at night, I dream of that time as a kid, running around the neighborhood with such freedom and feeling safe. Lovely memories you bring back to me! :)
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Date: 1/13/2011 5:29:00 PM
OH, you make me want to go back to my youth...I can relate to all of that ...sad to think of all of those things not in our childrens lives..but then they have video games and I phones and never GET to say the Pledge of Allegiance. Well done..BG
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