Sunday, June 25, 2017

I dream of those days


As I get older I wish I could dance
To the music of time but legs say "No"
These days are lost in the midst of pain
Remembering days in nursery school

Oh to be running so wild and free
In the middle of the forest green
Telling stories to the fairies there
Lunching with pixies on a toadstool

But one thing that makse me so upset
A week later I went there again
I was told by wise owl waiting there
That I was too old, so felt a fool

So I dream of those days not long past
How innocent our small lives were then
Where adults ways were quite unknown
And I met fairies at the wishing pool

As I get older I wish I could dance
To the music of time but legs say "No"
These days are lost in the midst of pain
Remembering days in nursery school

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5 comments:

  1. Only if we knew during that time ,
    the days of pixie dust and magic would have been more cherished.

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  2. These days are lost in the midst of pain
    Remembering days in nursery school

    With a tinge of regret it is realized at a later stage. That's what happens in many instances!

    Hank

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  3. Acupuncture by a qualified medic hot bubble baths and daily swimming in the hot months will have you dancing in no time.

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  4. Dancing is in your heart...perhaps no need for a turn on the floor.

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  5. Those good beautiful days...sigh...

    beautifully written

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