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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Only if we knew during that time ,
ReplyDeletethe days of pixie dust and magic would have been more cherished.
These days are lost in the midst of pain
ReplyDeleteRemembering days in nursery school
With a tinge of regret it is realized at a later stage. That's what happens in many instances!
Hank
Acupuncture by a qualified medic hot bubble baths and daily swimming in the hot months will have you dancing in no time.
ReplyDeleteDancing is in your heart...perhaps no need for a turn on the floor.
ReplyDeleteThose good beautiful days...sigh...
ReplyDeletebeautifully written
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