Good Old Days..... Poem by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
Good Old Days.....
Sitting on an arm chair still
Watching the beautiful setting sun
Unmindful of the winter chill
I tried something in my mind for fun
A few words came drifting in
Playing with memories of boy hood days
And my lips opened with a grin
To sing the song of carefree ways
Ways that a bare foot boy did roam
Behind butterflies of every hue
Standing on the beach to watch the foam
And every moment was worth its due
What wonderful days were they
Each worth their weight in gold
And as I now see the trees in sway
I do not regret the part of getting old.........
What lovely memories to share, you tell it with such grace...what a beautiful write here my friend. Annette
Brilliantly written and with a very thoughtful attitude. I have wonderful memories of childhood, and my aging body hurts badly most of the time, but I do not regret getting old. A 10
I have been reading so much these days of minds surrendering to gloom. How refreshing and wonderful your sentiments are. I think that it is a shame that this poem is not read widely. Thank you! Your writing is light and breezy and captures the essence of a life well lived..........but far from over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 6:42:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A Beautiful poem on childhood days recollecting all those sweet memories, where its each worth weigh in gold. Yes, they were the golden days which can never be returned back. As the old age picks its ways, we have to accept it as it is. Loved reading it.