The Good Old Days Poem by Jocelyn Dunbar

The happy moments, young at heart,
Enjoying the presence of friends and
Lovers, exploring the sense of self.

All things that discover is take risking of thing
The adventure of self-playing around
And round to a different stages colors of life,
To enjoy not being destroyed self.

A heart that is full of emotion to love and
To get hurt. To look at self in performing the task
To be mature in action, to modify certain things.
To carry on to a better way of life.
To justify the natural self to stand on.

The experience that leads to life,
To a great destination and purpose.

© Jocelyn Dunbar
9 May 2006
7: 39 PM