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olde days

olde days

A Poem by David McNeeley

I remember the days
I remember the ways
That now seems to me a maze
How sad that should end that phase

Why is the past gone?
Like a memory of when time had just dawned
And for another's love I never longed
When I didn't question whether or not existed the fawn

My memories
Just summaries
Of my faint peaceful rememberings
Without my minds incessant awful tremorings

When what was good and bad
Was not thought but in our hands already had
Whether or not it was love did not plague a lad
Didn't care when came out a new fad

Fall into childhood again
Call in sick just to play with my new plane
Or for a day away from school measles I'd feign
Wish to touch the tigers chin and stroke the lion's mane

Where is the love my dear?
It's in the child's eyes filled with fear
When they pull to their mother near
Or proudly declare they want a root beer

Such silliness and fancy insanity
Are we free from such silly simple humanity?
Forget our bodies and put away the mirror of vanity
But every line has to rhyme fluently

Why is it gone?
Like yesterdays song
But not for long
Fading in and out at times whether right or wrong

So children play as long as you can
And boys wait as long as you can
Before you become a man
And in that day on maturities leg you stand

But enjoy it is what I mean
And see all that is to be seen
While you're a child and unseen
Then you'll have something worth a bean
When you're old and mean

© 2014 David McNeeley


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David McNeeley
David McNeeley

Tucson, AZ



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