The golden days of seventies fashion,
Teenage bands we loved with a passion,
Platform shoes that raised us tall,
Names etched on the old brick wall,
Disco lights that lit the ceiling,
Those wonderful songs,
That wonderful feeling,
Kisses neath the old street light,
Sitting upon the bench at night,
Watching those stars glisten and shine,
Your face in the moonlight,
Your warm hand in mine,
There's never a day that I don't remember,
The glow of the fire,
It's warm sparkling embers,
That lit up our home,
That warmed up our hearts,
Those wonderful days,
We spent in the park,
In a blink of an eye,
All that has gone,
But those wonderful memories,
Forever live on.
Jayne Louise Davies
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