Those Were the Days

Longing for the days gone by
When cares were soon forgotten
Which now linger oppressively
Odorous, like fruit turned rotten.

Carefree were those bygone days
Random notions came and went
Imagination rambling like crazes
I was not afraid to experiment.

Days passed swiftly into years
Encumbrances kept piling atop
My eyes often filled up with tears
Memories became my only sop.

Now, time has come with aging
I remember those by-gone days
My mind will often go foraging
Now I have grown set in my ways.

written June 29, 2021
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Krutsinger Avatar
June 30, 2021 at 11:16 PM
I do not think you have ever gotten past this Hank "Imagination rambling like crazes I was not afraid to experiment." You cannot convince me otherwise.
Hankins Avatar
July 1, 2021 at 7:40 AM
I must admit you are right, Caren. My imagination is pretty rampaging...and so is yours!
Lindley Avatar
June 30, 2021 at 12:35 PM
A fav. Truly was a reminder to me my friend-as of late I have tried to speed up what must be slowwwwwwwwed down..
Hankins Avatar
June 30, 2021 at 2:22 PM
So true, Robert. Thanks so much for your thoughtful comment. I'm happy you read my poem and felt it was worth commenting on. Have a wonderful weekend coming up. Thanks for the FAVE.
Lindley Avatar
June 30, 2021 at 12:33 PM
AHHH, the aging of fine wine and the aging of life are both in the flow of Time my friend. Those bygone years are seeded with lessons learned, joys treasured and stored and a reminder that the faster we race through life the faster we must face its end! Best to slow down, enjoy and delay the departure. God bless...
Hankins Avatar
June 30, 2021 at 2:22 PM
So true, Robert.
Wolf Avatar
June 29, 2021 at 6:55 PM
I think you have pin-pointed the difference age makes in your last stanza: Now 'your mind forages;' before your whole self foraged. There it is... :) gw
Hankins Avatar
June 29, 2021 at 7:09 PM
Hey, gw, I think you've got something there. Thanks for stopping by and making this insightful comment on my poem.
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