The days of old, those were great days
When sunshine broke through
My pink nylon fairy wings that glittered
Causing a perpetual rosy colored view on life
Cool pond water splashed against
Warm inner tubes that held us up
As we went down, kicking carelessly
Cycling down a dirt road
I made it to her house
Friendship was forever then
And summer was endless
Cotton candy melted in my mouth
As we weaved through people
Some with giant stuffed animals
And others with inflated giant hammers
The fair handed out eager excitement for more ways to play
Butterflies were everywhere back in the woods
At the creek with its mini falls
As with the butterflies, it offered me a retreat
The days of old, were great days
But there was nothing old about them
Youth dressed me in the finest clothes
Sadly, these clothes no longer fit
A new era has begun, and life is bitter,
And life is sweet, it hurts and bleeds,
And makes us see that beauty
can be found in the littlest of things
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