Good Old Days Poems - Poems about Good Old Days

Regard " Those Good Old Days?' Bring smiles in own ways, Writing a book, Any Excuse, Need my GSOH a'loose. Went to football in past stage, Good book, turn each page, "The umpire's a cheat!" "Yep, our goals incomplete!" "Game plan's still the same!" "Yes, our coach is to blame!" "Let's go home!" "Yeah, home we'll roam!" "Leaving already?" Crowd roar, "Spit the dummy, game's...

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Then, the Good Old Days Better than what’s now, always This law, all obeys When, in good times past Bygones better, Everlast Nows always surpassed And, back further still Even better then, until The best be all's it’ll But, this trend is woe Each past better than then's now Life keeps getting worse ‘Till, the Now-a-Days At the bottom of the hill Things aren't looking up No, they’re not...

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Spending a day making donuts with Grandma...

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I am yet to have the good old days It has just been just wishes of death To give me one big rest When I have money I am way too drunk When I am poor I am way too sad In the Good Old Days I had dreams of the better days Tommorrow never came Today...

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Nothing rivaled the lemonade in Georgia. Now, you could also find some damn good lemonade in the neighboring state of South Carolina. Virginians liked to think they too made fine lemonade, and it was better than anything north of the Potomac. But the best was in Georgia. And people in the good old days...

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The boys at the school were constipated So the nurse lined them up and gave them cod liver oil Some tried to escape, but she was mighty And she had nurse’s aides who dragged them back by their ears The good old days when you could do such things...

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Whatever happened to the good old days, when your phone would ring and people called, just to say hello. When the days seemed longer and the work hours shorter , when laughter was heard from your neighbors porch and there was always coffee on; Whatever happened to the good old days, when children would play outdoors...

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Let’s bring back those “Good old days” Claim it’s for the best Give everyone a washing bin Lye soap and scrubbing board Hang the clothes on a ‘clothes line” Outside to let them dry Bring back the “in ground” compost bin Metal cans of un-bagged trash Leave the mice and rats alone They have a “lobby” of their own Buy your groceries every day In bags...

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From side to side; the smile of the morning sun, and the cool of the midnight moon, amidst the sparky stars. I grin like a Cheshire cat. as I seat underneath Divinity’s love for the globe; the Soft breezes blow from odorous meadows I get filled up with nostalgic memories, Oh! the good old days. my dark brown eyes, the dark youthful skin, my frizzy youthful hair. Everything...

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I still smell the chicken you used to cook A special recipe from your handwritten book During this merry-making time of the year You are the first one to bring us near. I still hear the song you used to sing In the corners of the room it's echoing Like those cold mornings you wake us up To drink hot chocolate in...

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Sunday afternoon my grandmother decided to take me down with her to the memory lane. She seemed excited like a child traveling first time on an aeroplane. "Those were the days, when everything was fresh and pure, these artificial appetizers I can no longer endure." My grandmother is seventy three, talking about her childhood filled her with glee. Then she...

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It’s all too easy To reminisce and languish in memories Our mind tricks us Rose coloured filter Applied to events past Negatives replaced with positives Significant details omitted Facts artfully edited Festooning flourishes added The canvas reworked The narrative nudged Remembrance airbrushed Our role as protagonist enhanced So yesteryear reappears with fondness Illuminated with a soft romantic glow Enhancing all things past Thus we yearn for a return To an illusion...

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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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my Father’s smile is a memory dear to me smelling freshly made bread and seeing frost on the trees playing...

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His Master’s Voice Radio on a shelf, only source of entertainment we had, a brother, three sisters parents and self, listening to top hits, was then a fad! those Good old days- we were so glad! no television to keep us for hours, evening was for reading tutored by dad, by nine were sleepy right under covers, I was looked after as was...

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