when I was a just a little girl
I used to watch the big kids whirl
round and round to songs so sweet
Nimble kids, fast on their feet.
The golden ball would spin and shine
casting rainbows to the time
of dancing girls and handsome boys
who came to share the fun and joys
Saturdays and evenings too
meant golden days I spent with you
'those golden days before they end
whispered secrets to the wind'
ashen silence fills that space
that once was our special place
childlike tears now fall like rain
for the sight that fills my heart with pain
Longing for those golden days
when all we did was laugh and play
Never even stopped to think
there'd be an end to the skating rink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks. I enjoyed it. We all miss the days and the times gone by. As I get older, I appreciate more that which was seemingly so brief.