Good Old Days Poem by Carlton Wanga

Good old days

Akin to true love

In the full sense of the word

When our minds were up-to-date

With the clever system of ensuring that we met

Then:

We would cheat our parents

Park all appointments

Cancel all commitments

At all moments

Just to quench

The turbulent surging anticipation to meet

We would then walk together

And romance would carry us like a feather

Our hands clutched together

Our fingers inter wined amid the cold weather

Down the beautiful haze of the setting sun

After a day full of fun

Your head resting on my shoulder

And my arm wound on your waist without a ponder

laughing, glancing and blushing in a land beyond yonder

And no one wanted to leave the other

So we would get home under

The guilt of no offense

Then throw lame excuses at our defense

And I would pretend to be sick

Just of you in bed to think

BEHOLD

Am leaving the old good days