GOOD OLD DAYS

Do you feel the distance?

Because I do

Have you had a glance?

Of those memories you couldn't undo

I had, and they dance

In my head, and they sing too

Those days were good when we were all together

We did bad things better

Clamours with each of our presence

With laugh that sank the silence

When we gathered, no absence

I miss it

Gathering in a small circle, on the field

We play, we never yield

Yes, we’re still good

Is it only me?

Who feels the difference

Or maybe it depends on the mood

But sometimes we have tolerance

Since the fallow situation we’re in is inevitable

To judge each other is inequitable

I know I remember each memory we made

And it doesn't fade

Those were good old days

love,

atysharieff