| Those By Gone Days Back now to many years past When the world seemed great and vast To those by gone days of old When every day a story would unfold Climbing trees as high as I could Until came the scream from mother Playing capture the flag in the wood and running away from my little brother Some days were loud and crazy When we took trips around Others were quiet and lazy When the thing most vacant was sound Back then yards had no boundaries or fences They were huge, abounding expanses Where you could run and play Or sleep all day Now my yard seems small And the trees not as tall Now my house is not huge and vast Childhood goes by ever too fast..... |