I long for the old days
Filled with strength and independence
What age has now taken away
Oh how I long for the good old days
A time to laugh, sing, and dance
That charm embraced those playful ways
Oh how I long for the good 'ol days
My heart broken shattered in an instance
I fear my memories won't last as they fade away
Oh how I wish my youth could stay
So long ago, I just want one more glance
A time to spend with family, to play
I fear my youth has been carried away
To see myself strong, and healthy, to go the distance
I so badly long for those good old days
I just wish my life was full of happier days
Oh how I would give anything for one more chance
To live my life again in those youthful ways
Oh how I long for the good old days!
About the Creator
J.W. Baird
Who Am I?
I keep asking myself. I spent half of my life as a single mother. Pushing myself to be the strong independent individual that I have always been. My kids have grown and my life seems turned upside down.
I now search to find myself!
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