Share our big happies,
You are best of chappies,
Having spirited love,
Blesses our daily dove....
Laughing fun smiles,
Your charm still beguiles,
Trade future today,
In our favourite way....
Yes, happy dance,
Always our romance,
Blissful love haze,
Happy good old days!
Bouncing off a trampoline
Anton Dvorak fell on his head ~
A ‘cancelled Czech’
Poor Anton was dead
Long ago, in the 1600’s
Native Americans were not so financial...
Sold Manhattan for 24 bucks
A transaction they wish they could cancel
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 a bore!"
"See you next week!"
"At next game we'll peek,
Smiling now, I hit the sack,
Ignore football, top lifehack,
Well, that was a long book,
"Those Good Old Days, worth a sook!
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 and won’t
All generations to come
The next Kids Today
Spending a day making donuts with Grandma
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 never set
yesterday never stayed.
I hope these are not my good old days
I am still on my old ways
Getting lost in my dreams
I cant find a real place
If it downhill from here
Id rather death steaal me away
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 really did drink their lemonade on a lazy, late summer afternoon on the front porch of their wooden house as their kindly old dog, usually a Labrador or a golden retriever, lay down by their feet.
It happened exactly like that.
Just the way you’ve always pictured it.
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
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
and we always made time for each other.
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 for which you have to pay
You’ll be in bed by ten at night
Cuz that’s when they’ll turn out the lights
So go ahead, I dare ya, Tweet it
They serve us CROW knowing we’ll eat it
John g. Lawless
©5/10/2023
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 retreated from me.
Oh! the good sweet old days,
Am now ancient,
My never ending epistemophilia and
wish to give the young people optimism.
my adaptability be exhume,
and live among the folk.
Change cannot be paused,
it’s an automatic,
it needs not your consent to transpire.
Wreathed in smiles,
about my then and now;
I go to slumber like
a bird singing on the tree.
I’ve tasted of life’s sweet wine.
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 half-filled cups.
I still see you dancing by the Christmas tree
Wearing your warm smile, sweet as it can be
I thought the happy moments would last
But time is fleeting, it moves too fast.
This is the first holiday you are not here
It will never be the same starting this year
Not a fireworks display can make us feel
The good old days this pandemic steal.
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 of time long gone
If only we could focus
And expend the same mental energy
Creating a positive present
And a future filled with promise
Stop clinging to the ephemeral “good old days”
Make your today count every day
And invest energy wisely in your tomorrow
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 eating for me any more just cause I’m in the mood!
I weigh myself each morning and count each calorie.
In the good old days with my siblings I would play.
Nowadays I’m at home and often alone.
That’s okay; I’m good with either way,
and I can always call my sisters up and talk by phone.
In the good old days, I could dream of dreamy guys,
and I could date a lot of guys (get different new first kisses -
sometimes great; sometimes not!) Today I have the prize
of nearly half a century spent now as a Missus!
Jan. 16, 2021
my Father’s smile is a memory dear to me
smelling freshly made bread and seeing frost on the trees
playing outside and feeling youthfully free
enjoying a family campfire in the evening breeze
I remember bicycle rides on country roads
my mother working hard to lessen our load
life in my youth before those dreaded crossroads
we played without internet and no download
we swung on ropes and climbed up hills
we dealt with our problems without taking a pill
I used my imagination for adventures and thrills
kisses on my cheek when I was feeling ill.
we danced in the rain and smelled the fresh flowers in May
I remember enjoying life in many different ways
we rode horses and cut our own hay
these are my memories of the good old days
January 16, 2021
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