Rebecca Bell


Olden Days - Poem by Rebecca Bell

Reminiscing on wanting the ice cream truck to stop near my house
Watching Cinderella and saying thats one friendly mouse

Playing outside for hours and never wanting it to end
Drawing with chalk was the newfound trend

Dreading taking a bath or cleaning up at all
Thinking every adult is extremely tall

Hanging with your parents everyday
Sharing your dolls so all your friends could play

Scraping your knees and thinking life can't get any worse
Loving the idea of eventually having a purse

Smiling over the stupidest things
Thinking you could fly if you just had wings

I'm missing those days as I sit here today
Saying when did life decide to turn out this way?


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 10, 2010


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