Long Past Memories
Poem about the good old days
Jogging through my hometown
Walking late at night without fear
Leaving doors unlocked
Those days remain so dear
House parties where there were no fights
Riding with older men who did not molest
These were the good old days
When parents were trusted to know best
Not everyone grew up this way
That is well understood
For those of us who did
The past was pretty good
Gunshots were not ringing out
No opioids, meth or crack
Weed was safe to use
We were poor
But no one really lacked
Being thrown from the merry-go-round
Jumping from bridges into creeks
Walking miles and doing nothing
After dark games of hide and seek
No school lockdowns or shootings
The joy of life's simple pleasures
Climbing to the tops of trees
Were truly the finest treasures
Chasing a June bug
Or finding a four leaf clover
I mourn the loss of the past
There's no chance for a do-over
About the Creator
Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is currently pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. She enjoys writing about current events, history and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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