The Good Old Days

From side to side; the smile of the morning sun, and the cool of the midnight moon, amidst the sparky stars. I grin like a Cheshire cat. as I seat underneath Divinity’s love for the globe; the Soft breezes blow from odorous meadows I get filled up with nostalgic memories, Oh! the good old days. my dark brown eyes, the dark youthful skin, my frizzy youthful hair. Everything retreated from me. Oh! the good sweet old days, Am now ancient, My never ending epistemophilia and wish to give the young people optimism. my adaptability be exhume, and live among the folk. Change cannot be paused, it’s an automatic, it needs not your consent to transpire. Wreathed in smiles, about my then and now; I go to slumber like a bird singing on the tree. I’ve tasted of life’s sweet wine.