Times when i use to be happy.
Times that use to be fun.
Now that times have changed there are none.
Thinking about times, when there were always good days.
Now that there gone I just wanna run away.
Remembering life as so sweet and bliss.
Hard times have come and it's those days that I miss.
Looking in the mirror the only thing I can see is me.
And the blurred reflections of the way life use to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reflecting on good times... memories of better days... If only we could turn back time to escape the bad times. Expressed well in your poem. You might relate to my poem Sweet Escape