Where are the days
when they were all mine
and i had those toys
at eight or late nine..
Where are the times
when angels of delight
took me in their arms
to make it all right..
where are the moments
when i had those guns
who killed my torments
and healed my burns...
I behold those scenes
in nostalgic dreams
that bring smiles to my face
though my heart, it screams..
can i bring back those times
relive those days
rewrite those rhymes
restage those plays......! !
A bitter/sweet poem reflecting on childhood into the reality of adulthood. It is well contained within the stanzas, and I like your questioning at the end. Well done! Karin Anderson
Good poem, liked the stanzas...read my private reply to you.... Ruthy
Those childhood days were always fun. Exploring, learning, all that innocent mischief those days are in the past and we have only nice memories. Excellent write, and nice rhyme.........10+++
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I would like to translate this poem
''can i bring back those times relive those days rewrite those rhymes restage those plays....'' nice poem, good stanzas, beautiful rhymes...10