Good Ol' Days

The doorbell rang; she rushed to open the door,

‘twas a windy day, and the rain decided to pour.

Behind the door, soaked in water stood,

Now-mature Edmond, from the neighbourhood.

Serious in expression, in all his sanity, he said:

“Hello Mrs. Wilson! Where is my friend, Ted?”

“Oh hon, I am sorry! He just left for his job,

Don’t you fret, he’ll return soon.” She said clutching the door knob.

He knew; that soon can’t come soon enough,

So he held out a bag, filled with some stuff.

“Mrs. Wilson, I just wanted to return this to Ted.” said he,

“It has his Dino’s lost tail and his favourite rubber ducky.

From the ball that he left at my house ages ago,

To the photos where we were seen taking an oath that we’ll never grow.”

“Thank you Mrs. Wilson” he continued, “for everything you did,

Never I heard you grumble when I visited your house as a kid.

Well, now it’s time to say goodbye.” he said struggling through tears,

And did not wait for any reply to fall into his ears.

 

He ran down the street, it was all wet and dark,

And by good fortune, his eyes fell upon the park.

Ah, the park, the self same park! Nostalgia the sight brought him,

The child in him roused yet once again and brightness he saw in the dim.

He entered the park and, before anyone, raced to snatch the swing,

He succeeded, for the very first time, but alas! Any joy did this bring?

On the swing he sat, the wind swaying him gently,

Remembering how Ted, in that very park, extended a hand friendly.

Oh, how he wished they could play on the see-saw for one last time,

Or climb the jungle gym and return home covered in grime.

Oh, how he wished they could play hide and seek,

Or little bits of food from their homes they could sneak.

Oh, how he missed those days when he did nothing but play,

He shed a tear and could feel the rain slowly clear away.

I have to go- he reminded himself getting to his feet,

Took one last look at the park and made his way to the street.

 

Walking down the street, lost in his thoughts,

He passed the big bully Joe’s house about whom he completely forgot.

He remembered the time when Joe pulled down his pants,

And how he donated his lunch to the ants.

During this time of hardship, who gave him bread?

Who else could it be but his very best friend, Ted.

In no time he reached his house, where the moving van stood,

Surveyed his sweet home whither he spent his good days of childhood.

His house seemed empty, as void as his heart,

Never had he thought from this place he’d have to part.

It’s all over, those days are lost and gone forever- he thought,

But I’ve packed my trunk of memories, hither that I sought.

A smile, finally, on his face, he saw the bright sun above,

His parents asked him to hurry into the car, the parents whom he loved.

 

Without another word he started walking towards the car,

When all of a sudden, someone called out his name from afar.

With the speed of lightning, he turned around,

And the sight made his knees fall to the ground.

Tears rolled down his cheek, his hands felt dead,

An angel came running towards him, an angel named Ted.

Ted stopped right in front of him, his eyes were full of tears,

Moments flashed past them, that they spent together in these years.

Hugging each other tightly, with happiness their hearts did overflow,

Neither spoke cause they were astounded by the amazing sight of the rainbow…

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I have said everything I wanted to through this poem. I got the inspiration for this poem from my real life, somehow, and also from quite a few songs. I just want to say that friendship is underrated these days. You seldom find true friends in this mean world. If you do have, feel lucky about it. Childhood, I think, is the best part of a person's life. Instead of fussing over the fact that childhood is over, be happy that it happened, and keep cherishing the memories that you made during that period of time. I hope you like this poem. Don't forget to review.

Reviews

[flamingdarknezz]

For someone of your age, this is very deep and complex. And the world should see this work of yours.

Though there was some minor error that became confusing for a while.
(The second to the last stanza, second line I think.)

Nonetheless, it was brilliant.

[Zoya]

First of all, thanks a lot for reading! And I guess that's the way I want that line to be, so probably not an error. But thanks for pointing that out :) Thanks once again for your kind words!

[R0$3]

I'm in loveeeeeeeeeeeeee with this

[Zoya]

Why thank you :)

[London]

How are all you people on this site so skilled? This is beautiful?!!?! I'm in love with your writing style please write more! Stay Rad

[Zoya]

Thank you so much for your kind words! I'll surely keep writing :)

[vigilantebastard]

Very good, i was wondering your age as i was reading.. i thought you may have been an older person reflecting on your youth..I was surprised to find out how young you are.

[Zoya]

Haha, I got yah...lol. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! Appreciated!

[Suhd]

I like the innocence of the theme. The style of narration is very captivating. Loved this one :)

[Zoya]

Thanks for your kind words :)

[Elizabeth]

wow, this really hits home to me. how many times have i wondered if i could return to the simpler uncomplicated good old days.
the poem had me hooked from the first line. the ending is amazing!

[Zoya]

Thank you so very much! Really glad you know this piece connected to you :)

[Zoya]

...To know*

[Elizabeth]

you're welcome

[wordman]

a touching write,friends are far and few,i mean real friends,,loved your story

[Zoya]

Thank you so much :)

[wordman]

always a pleasure

[Sofia]

Woah! Amazing stuff yet again...I liked it a lot and the flow was really great..rhyming was also very good..pleasure reading ur works :)

[Zoya]

Thank you yet again. Glad you liked it :)

[Sofia]

My pleasure!

[The Iron Horseman]

A worthwhile sentiment well expressed, although the rhyming scheme disappears at times. Well done.

[Zoya]

Thank you very much!

[Deepak Belbase]

A very deep thought... Very cleverly crafted piece of writing with flood of memories running side by side and I like the last part of the poem when he finally met his best friend Ted..

[Zoya]

Yeah, that had to be the best...Thanks for your time!

[Deepak Belbase]

My pleasure!

[M.E.Lyle]

I enjoyed the way you created poetry from a story, or vice versa.
The message about friendship is wonderful, as well as your poetic style.
Thanks for sharing.

[Zoya]

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I appreciate your kind words.