Best Good Old Days Poems

Make Do and Mend,

Years ago we had jobs
We had fun and money in our pocket
Things were much better then
Once you could go out the door
And never ever lock it

But still so many struggled
To buy food and pay the rent
There were a lot of big families
And money was soon spent
We’d borrow from our neighbours
There were no...

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Memories of good old days


When memories give you tears, 
you sit, there is nowhere to go,
and you have the worst of fears,
Can you ever retain your glow ?

Those nostalgic evening walks,
drives in the dark that made crazy,
stuck in mind like stubborn plaques,
Can those pictures ever go hazy ?

Engraved in marble you can't erase,
Successive thoughts bound...

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One thing is for sure when tales are told 
The "good old days" are sure to unfold
Now understand
What made them grand
Was that we weren't good and we weren't old!...

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It’s a feeling that never fails
To follow a generation
Triggered by sights and smells
A nostalgic way of thinking

A one up on millennials 
Knowing the correct way
It’s all the vibes and feels
Of back in the good old days

A love/hate relationship
For the progression of technology
Every day we use it
But reminisce the “used to be”

An expression of disappointment 
Across...

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We were all much younger, happier then,
And untouched by heartache, sadness;
In dreams, we go back again and again,
And bring to our hearts gladness!

From Grandpa Frank, father of the Fields,
And Miss Pauline, who married his boy;
The hand of fate's no longer concealed,
As countless descendents live the joy.

When we were young, our parents were, too,
And each day...

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I remember the good old days of what now seems so long ago
The year was twenty nineteen. What parties we used to throw
Family and friends gathered for weddings and festive holidays
Smiles were seen before flashes of illness and dissension blazed

Parents went off to work; their children educated at school
Life was much easier then; and people...

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In the good old days, I rode all over town.
Our city had so many hills that on my bike
I’d be ploughing up one street, then racing down.
Loved that bike, but still don’t like to hike!

In the good old days, I ate a lot of food!
Didn’t gain an ounce of fat till I hit puberity.
No more...

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THE GOOD OLD DAYS – JOURNAL XVI

Looking back from this point
I’d have to make a division
Between adults and children
For adults the many tasks were more

The thirties were the ultra-sparse of times –
Men out seeking work, women with back
        breaking chores
The washboard, carpet beater, scrubbing (on
   ...

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Just remembering the 50's and the good old days,
 When "I'm Bored" wasn't part of our vocabulary.
 We had hopscotch, skip rope, hide 'n seek, and tag,
 Life was full of adventure, dreams and mystery.
 Food was scarce, money earned collecting bottles throughout the countryside.
 Many of us hadn't even a bike nor a toboggan...

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EYES - 

The round-of-life scene,
Hope of hereafter,
An aspect between

Movement hinders sight      and more
A sandy beach
Spread at the shore

Glaze      crust    an itchy lid
Harsh chemicals
A thousand things hid

But now I lay me down,
Bright years in favor,
Beloved benevolent of the town

Lids drop comfortably,
A flesh-fast wall
See...

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I haven’t forgotten
			The good old days of Christmas
			Sleepless night, in the early morn 
			Off to rush, rush, in Junkanoo!

			I haven’t forgotten
			The good old days of Christmas
			Dancing in the streets
			Wearing crocus sacks and rags

			I haven’t forgotten
			The good old days of Christmas
			Making music with dry poinciana pods
			Rocks in cans and goat skin drums

			I haven’t forgotten
			The good old...

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Weird Ways and Good Old Days

If feature was made into a modern day
About past, wonder what it would say
Things have been done in weird ways
And were always called good old days.

This to some might sound like a crock
But we had a party on every block
Goings were easy and never tough
Knew how to play Blind Man's...

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The Good Old Days

Take me back to the good old days
When we were grateful for what we had
Now people have much more than they need
And society has gone bad

Greed is the keyword and money their God
Everyone out for themselves
I remember a time when we thought we were rich
If we had food on our shelves

People have...

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the good old days
blacks lining up for restrooms
always in back
buses, trains, movie houses--all
but please spend your money here...

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