Younger days of apple blossoms and nickel candy
Red rover, red rover oh won’t you come over
Fresh daisy’s in a field, he loves me he loves me not
Hide and seek and ring around the rosies
Ashes to ashes we all fall down
We sang the tunes as we played
Who knew with the years it would all return……..
Wishing that love would come to our door….. Children all grown… no time
Playing in our mind does he love me…. After all these years?
Losing our memories of where we place things…
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust we all fall and never rise up…….
What a lovely write Patricia you took me all over the place, had me running round in circles so they say 10 + Chris x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True in a way but i like the slow days now and then.