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 tree house.

 

The stairway to heaven was made of rope.

The girls on the walls were our dreams and hopes.

The cigarettes, they 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 a 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

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 faraway 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

 

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onelilartist's picture

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