Those days were dead

Inspired by the youngsters...

The setting of the sun brings about,

Memoirs from the childhood,

Those days utterly treasured.

 

Long ago young people and I surrounded the dusk,

Together, laughing souls collided,

Watched the setting sun's kaleidoscope.

 

Days went fine, troubles just evolved with games,

Grown-ups just stared and guided,

Smile, simply, because children are merely juvenile.

 

Now, the sun speaks of the past,

Those days begotten, can't be back,

That was yesterday, that was what it was.

 

In a bench embraced by pensive mood,

It is good to reminisce the old,

Those days were dead-but never shall bury.

 

 

Author's Note

well, i want my childhood back.

Reviews

[lauren emily]

I know how you feel. Your childhood is a place of innocence...a place to be carefree. I still wonder why the world can't keep such a carefree feeling to it.
Really great write..Makes you think. :)

~Lauren

[Jofer Serapio]

Don't we all?
What's funny is the fact that as kids, we all wanted to grow up fast to be able to do things and get our share of freedom's pie.
Now that we're on the brink of extinction, we want to delay the inevitable and go back.
Life's not always what we want it to be.
But it's not like we can't help wanting what we can't have now.
Pretty strong write.
I've thought about going back myself, changing a few things here and there and spending more time with those people...
If only that was possible then perhaps the world would be a better place. XD

[Wildfleour]

A couple of spelling errors, but a very lovely poem. My daughter called me the other day and said the same thing "I want my childhood back." It's too bad none of us realize how precious it is when we are in the midst of it. I guess we would lose our innocence if we did.

[Pax Analog]

Touching, dear, I know what you mean. There are some minor grammar errors. Perhaps we'll gather up a cluster of poems, and I'll do a little copy editing, if you like -- all at once, rather than nit-picking, which isn't fun. More important is staying close to your mood sensibility, and building on it. For instance, since one cannot in fact go back to childhood, but may miss it, I think the theme then is, continuity of a relative innocence, simplicity, or idyllic mood. Young, middle, or old adulthood need not be about loss of grace. It's just the conditions required for happiness change. If I had written this poem, I would be searching internally for the link to the next major time of life, kind of like shifting gears. I get the feeling you are between gears, like neutral, after enjoying highlight scenes of the first gear. So maybe you will feel like experimenting with where that warm idyllic feeling of childhood wants to go, to suit you now. Just a thought. But I do enjoy your tender mood of recollection, rather like hugging your inner child. Poignant.

Pax

[Rhonda]

I was drawn to this poem because of the title. "Those Days Were Dead" makes it sound like they -were- dead, but now they are alive.

Did you make is past- tense on purpose?

-R