Rhythmic Stories October 4, 2023

Days Past

It is funny how only when we’re older we recount time
It always seems to be only good things, days sublime

Stories mother or daddy told us as we sat quietly
Listening and taking in every word, eager as could be

The stories of their childhood, a time when things were good
But, the stories told were of poverty and sickness
Not good as it should

Dad would always tell us just how good we had life
Not like during the great depression when it was only strife

So, Take your sack of anxiety and place it on a rack
I promise you this: it’ll be there when you get back

Open your ears and listen to me recount
Former ways and days on my country route

As small country children, we would run everywhere
The Summers with no school was a time with little cares

Exploring creeks and playing games with each other
Discovering precious rocks we would take back to our mother

There were times when days didn’t always end well
We would get a switching cause none of us would tell

Who broke the window while playing some baseball
We always blamed the boys, and sister Marilyn always took the fall.

Children ask their moms and dads to tell them their way past
Time keeps running forward, and your memory doesn’t last

Please carry it to the next generation, for how else will they know
Lives lessons kept in a bottle are only there for someone to show

Put good morals together with some humility
It’ll make life better; try it, and you’ll see

Years Down the road, when you sit and try to recall
When life hardships come upon you, you’ll avoid that fall

Because you sat and asked the questions of days past
When you were young and full of life and thought your days would always last

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