Old Days Poems - Poems about Old Days

The Good Old Days of 'Cancel Culture'

         Bouncing off a trampoline
         Anton Dvorak fell on his head ~

             A ‘cancelled Czech’
            

What I miss

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

Those 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

GOLDEN DAYS

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

Then, the Good Old Days

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

The good old days

Spending a day making donuts with Grandma

In the Good Old Days

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

A Snapshot of the Good Old Days

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

The Good Old Days

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

Old Days

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

The Good Old Days

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

Let's Bring Back the Good Old Days

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

What Happened

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

The Good Old Days

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

The Old Days

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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