Remembering The Good Old Days Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Remembering The Good Old Days
I remember
The good old days
Children playing in the park
Them dancing singing such joy
I remember days into nights
Playing hide and seek and baseball
Daredevil roller skate hockey
And my first crush on that cute blonde
I remember
Unauthorized
High school newspaper
My being censored
And so highly praised
I remember
All those years
All those great friends
The memories
The good old days
Clear as light
Never tainted
With bitterness
Sincerest thanks, Geeta for adding my poem to your favourites!
The title of the poem brings our imagination alive. Alive to our earlier days. Your poem successfully brings your memories dancing into existence.
Very few of them know how to analyse poetry. Swain always has a short sentence.
On this pathetic site, there are about six poets who comment. Same old same old.
How very, very nice, Those good old days, Your lovely poem, Makes us realize, How happy and lucky are They, That have those days to remember. Excellent poem, just flows into the heart. Thank you!
Sandra, I'm very happy with your very positive response. Especially, 'just flows into the heart'. Thanks so very much!
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I would like to translate this poem
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7/27/2025 9:47:43 PM # 1.0.0
A special porm...loved it