The Good Old Days Poems - Poems about The Good Old Days

The Good Old Days of 'Cancel Culture'

         Bouncing off a trampoline
         Anton Dvorak fell on his head ~

             A ‘cancelled Czech’
            

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

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

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

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

Good Old Days

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

Good Old Days

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

The Good Old Days

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

The Good Old Days

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

The Good Old Days

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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