Oh how I miss the good ole’ days. <br />Running, laughing, playing, <br />Swinging, jumping, and falling. <br />The days of foursquare and jump rope. <br />Of dollhouses and action men. <br />The days of, I like him. <br />Does he like me? <br />No! Don’t tell him <br />I’m not your friend. <br />Tag you’re it! <br />No, I’m not! You cheated! <br />You’re both mad now. <br />Next day your best friends. <br /> <br />Problems went anyway easier back then. <br />They seem to linger now. <br />I don’t know what to say half the time. <br />…. Or how to act. <br />We forgave easier back then. <br />Maybe that’s why God wants us to be like children. <br />To forgive and forget. <br />Oh, how easy those days were. <br />I miss the good ole’ days.<br /><br />Gabriell Davis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-ole-days/
