Old Days Poems - Poems about Old Days

What I miss What I miss, I miss me, It is not like I am not happy, I am happy as a wife. But I miss being myself, I miss being me. I miss the boldness I was once, I miss the zest I once had. I miss the life of freedom I once lived. I miss being the...

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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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We lived happily beneath thatched roofs Feasting merrily on simple fare Dressed in familiar, humble garb At peace in our unrefined ways. Oh, how I miss those old days When we walked miles just for fun Telling tales of old, one by one— How beautiful they were, those old days. Our leaders were sources of inspiration Not...

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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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High is the humidity, Unpredictable like the economy. I watch the once grassland begone into the tummies of the rigid structures. Waiting for the rain. The world is quite fast Not wanting to take a rest. They said there would be rest, All I see are hamsters, Running the wheel of progression. Young and old alike. Wonderful were the days When the old brother...

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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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What happened to those days of old when life was simple- tried to hold a clearer grasp of right or wrong- with outlined paths to move along? Of goals created to live by with aims to lift us up to fly without restrictions to impede the search for honor in each deed? More complex now are blinding roads that lead to choices with no...

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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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The old days Loom up nostalgic Or fearfully.. Arisings With stories Claiming times past With its light And clouds of Dust.. Powerful memories Reaching back with Longing and love.. No knowing of This mystery......

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Strangely, the world – strange Has transformed from graceful, With stardust laughing across the plains, Sunlight silences the darkness, the night Falling beneath the shadows of light… As I lift my eyes to see the alterations, Changes that speak to my spirit, Stirring up the silence, lifting the ability To reach out in anticipation, for the wonders The amazing – bravely coloring the earth In...

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