Back To Those Days Of Gold Poem by Jayne Louise Davies
Back To Those Days Of Gold
My memory strays, to childhood days,
Grazed knees and runny noses,
Those distant sounds,
We danced and played,
To, Ring-A-Ring-A-Roses.
Sweet Mothers voice,
As clear as day,
The memory never leaves me,
Those loving eyes,
That meant so much,
If only you were near me.
But years go by,
We must grow old,
For nothing keeps forever,
Remember days as pure as Gold,
Our golden days together.
Jayne Louise Davies
We must grow old For nothing keeps for ever Very nice. I read your poem and it is highly impressive. I don't know if you read William Wordsworth's Ode: On Intimations of Immortality. Your poem and his poem have the same theme. Enjoy reading it if you have not. I'd be glad to know your comments on my works too. Good Luck
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We must grow old For nothing keeps for ever Very nice. I read your poem and it is highly impressive. I don't know if you read William Wordsworth's Ode: On Intimations of Immortality. Your poem and his poem have the same theme. Enjoy reading it if you have not. I'd be glad to know your comments on my works too. Good Luck