Once I was a little child,
My days then filled with fun and smiles,
And I would walk for many miles,
Those days they were the best.
Now I'm getting past my prime,
I love to sit and make a rhyme,
To write about my memories fine,
Those special days I loved.
For poetry is now my friend,
A true companion to the end,
And I enjoy each moment spent,
Reliving precious days.
Jayne Louise Davies
Beautiful poem, Jayne. I can totally relate to the whole poem. And your last 4 lines really hit home!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really poetry is a companion to the end.A good companion Madam poet.