Those Were The Days It Seems Poem by DM W

Birthday party games and treats linger long
In the memory, like the calming light of dreams.
O liquid days before stifling darkness!
O wondrous time of innocent surprises!
When cares and fears dissolved with the morning dew.
O pleasant, languorous afternoon hours! ;
Not measured by incessant clocks or deadlines;
When life was covered in pink and white icing.
Now it seems, in hindsight, that in a sense,
A certain amount of sentimental
Artifice, warms our very hearts and souls,
And helps us to deal with cold reality.