Ruth Wrights Poet Rhyme

The Olden Days: a Memory

A friend so dear whom I do love
	And whom I dream my future with
A stranger man thou art become
	It is the thing I can’t believe.

Oh! I love the olden days
Of how we spent the lovely nights
With dancing feet along the way
With moon above and stars so bright 
And how they think I am your wife.

When sultry winds do flip my hair
It is you who truly cares
And when life’s tempests hardly blew
With hope in hearts, we see it through.

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James Inman February 21, 2018 at 7:43 PM Sad but lovely Stephany, I don't believe people truly change. Perhaps we see what we want to in them, or they pretend to be someone they are not, but deep inside it is unusual for someone to truly change.

Gary Bateman November 23, 2017 at 11:47 AM Hello Stef, Many Thanks for your recent comment on my sonnet ("The Hole Deep in One's Own Heart") which received POTD a few weeks ago. I read your poem here about the "olden days." This is really a beautiful rhyme about your affection for the "olden days." Your last verse in this poem says it all!! Enjoyed it very much. Feel free to read any of my poems in the future, as you may choose to do so. (I will keep your poetry in mind too!!) Best Always, Gary Ruth Wrights November 25, 2017 at 11:17 PM oh gary, thank you for reading my poem. I'll always look forward to cope up reading your poems soon. hugs- stef