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Memories of days gone by
When I was just a little boy
I lived in a big white house.
In the middle of the yard was a big oak tree.
The top was my little treehouse.
The stairway to heaven was made of rope.
The girls on the walls were our dreams and hopes.
The cigarettes, that made us choke,
Just a part of growing up.
They're yesterday's pictures, we put them away.
We take them out on those rainy days.
Let me tell you what I see,
Tears of joy and memories.
Drinking beer in the local bar,
With a few friends of mine
Talking about the crazy days
and all the good old times.
Like getting drunk in the afternoon
Heading back to school
Flirting with the beautiful girls
And breaking all the rules
They're yesterday's pictures, We put them away.
We take them out on those rainy days.
Let me tell you what I see
Tears of joy and memories
Well, Halloween parties, New Year’s Eve.
Stories I could tell you, you wouldn’t believe.
Friends of mine, I'll see no more.
Died for freedom in a far away war
They're yesterday's pictures, we put them away.
We take them out on those rainy days
They bring the tears and joy to my eyes
Memories of days gone by
This took me back also. I remember when the worst thing you could get caught at was smoking in the restroom or drinking at a dance....Now it's so much deeper and sadder. I remember friends who are gone now and the fun of rainy afternoons in our backyard playhouse. I wish sometimes that those days could have lasted longer. This is very nostalgic. Welcome to postpoems.
Regards,
Jessica