Friday, December 27, 2019

The Time of Our Life

Nostalgic Past

The sure coming of four scores years
Of rural lovely memories
Didn't bother me to drop  some tears
Or dare to think of more worries,

Twenty nineteen is now ending;
This creeps into my little mind, 
Boyhood memories come rushing
The plan must now be realigned.

Those were the times when days were long
When the brooks sang and the flowers smiled
Joyfully we hummed and jogged along
On this journey of a glorious ride.

They were all friends the  people we met
Exchanging stories and glad we did
We plowed the field and watched the sunset
We worked, we played and we studied.






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