My memory strays, to childhood days, <br />Grazed knees and runny noses, <br />Those distant sounds, <br />We danced and played, <br />To, Ring-A-Ring-A-Roses. <br />Sweet Mothers voice, <br />As clear as day, <br />The memory never leaves me, <br />Those loving eyes, <br />That meant so much, <br />If only you were near me. <br />But years go by, <br />We must grow old, <br />For nothing keeps forever, <br />Remember days as pure as Gold, <br />Our golden days together.<br /><br />Jayne Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-to-days-of-gold/
