Where Are Those Days
Where are those days when life was fun?
We all lay drying our bodies in the sun
We had no care or worry of the world
Suddenly into adult reality we were all hurled.
We drifted further into the arms of expectations
As if our achievements would save us and the nations.
We all need something more than routine
Where is happiness gone where has it been?
I will trade all my money and earthly possessions
For a world filled with love and less such oppressions
We all chase for things unimportant
on our pedestals they sit being dormant.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
