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!

[Michael G. Smith]

Of course, this had me travelling down my own memory lanes. This very uplifting with a message we all need to remember. Even though there was great tragedy in my childhood I always focus on the good like you say in epilogue statement. Keep on inspiring us.

[Zoya]

This review of yours, in fact, was inspiring for me. Thank you so very much for reviewing, sir! I'm glad you liked it :)

[Michael G. Smith]

Your welcome, looking forward to reading more of your works.

[Zoya]

Sure! Hope I keep inspiring you.

[moonlit_cove]

I enjoyed this a lot, Zoe. It brings up a lot of the same nostalgic feelings that I get so frequently wrapped up in. In my much older adult life, I have driven through the old neighborhood where I grew up. The trees are all much bigger - the houses older looking - the streets seem smaller and everything closer together than when I was eight years old. I wonder if any of the old neighbors still live there, or if it's all new people. I wonder if the houses look the same on the inside - and I soak in and relish all of the great memories from that simpler time. Your poem gave me all of these feelings again. Kudos to a job well done!

[Zoya]

Thanks for such a wonderful review! Glad to know that my poem brought back some of your good memories :)

[moonlit_cove]

It was my pleasure!

[Matthew Ian Herrawood W]

I liked this. My only Criticism is about "the Big bully Joe's house whom he Completely forgot" He goes on to remember what joe did which is hardly Forgetting. Perhaps its just a typo and you missed the keys nut typing "...He'd Completely forgot.." instead of just "He" would fix this.

Great message, great read, Amazing write :)

[Zoya]

Thank you so much for reviewing. I am glad you liked it.

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Zoe this is very powerful and it also brought back some old memories'. Friends are the rare gems and we really miss few such gems once we turn back the pages of life. Great work friend.

[Zoya]

Yeah you're right...Thank you so much Sky!

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Welcome Zoe!

[Brenda Alicia]

Zoe-

I love this! It brought tears to my eyes. I lost a friend, a very dear friend when I was 13 years old. I couldn't help but to think of her as I read this piece. So well done! Bravo!

[Zoya]

Oh thank you so much! It means a lot :)

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

That was a beautifully well done poem/story hybrid. I think rhymes can make stories even better, and I love the emotion that was shown, and the imagery. Congrats, this is amazing!

[Zoya]

Thank you very much for your kind.words :)

[Mr.Writer]

This is engaging, powerful, tear-dripping and heart whelming!! Great job Zoe!

[Zoya]

Thank you very much for your review Shaan!

[Mr.Writer]

No problem :)

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Dear Zoe,
Wow! This felt like it was almost an epic poem!
This poem is extreamly powerful! It made me smile and reminded me about one of my bestest friends. I actually wrote a story about her if you want to read it. If so it's called the Blonde Girl.
My favorite part is, "t’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."
Thank you for your amazing poetry!

Your new admirer.

C. Lee Battaglia

[Zoya]

Thank you so very much for your kind review :) I will surely check out your story!