Gail Smith Poet Monorhyme

What, Where

what happened to the days of old
Where life was more presious than gold
What happened to playing in the streets
Where  the kids from the neighbour hood would meet
what happened to the long bike hikes
where picking berries for our nanna that  she so likes
What happened to the hottie's she put in our beds 
where she kept them hot every hour till we rested our heads
What happened to the days of unlocked doors
Where fear didn't seep into your pause
what happened to the days of babies being born
where laughter and love and family are not torn
what happened to the positive life
where once apon a time things were nice

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Robyn Blauw August 4, 2011 at 6:16 AM Hi Gail, this is sooo true. I wonder too,,what happened???. Hope you are well. Hugsss

Kyle Kriticos July 19, 2011 at 7:20 PM Very well written Gail. Sometimes nostalgia can be sad, but maybe a poem like this can bring us back for just a moment :)

Matt Hunt May 19, 2011 at 8:04 PM I pine for these days myself Gail. Great write:) R.M.

Carol Sunshine Brown May 19, 2011 at 10:33 AM Thank you for sharing your fabulous poetry today Gail. It was a very interesting piece to read. Love, Carol

Jodie Williams May 19, 2011 at 1:40 AM I like this. I'm a sucker for 'the good old days'.