Good Old Days And Bad Old Days Poem by Sukhee Bukhbat

All the memories are good and bad.
All the memories from good old days and bad old days.

Having too much time to spend,
I used to go out with my pals,
Doing nothing but sitting outside and singing the songs.
Emptying some bottles and talking about
How life could be better.
Chasing some girls and scaring them away,
Fighting some fools standing in our way,
Trying to keep ourselves busy.

It wasn’t like terrorizing our neighborhood.
Because we were good at school.
Doing our homework during the break time,
To have more time for ourselves.
To be accepted by rest of us,
We were ready to do anything,
But the fun for everyone of us.

Now looking back at those times,
I call them, good old days and bad old days.
I can’t regret those days, but
I can learn from them.
I won’t call them waist of time, but
I would call the education of life.

We weren’t taught about the education of life,
By our parents and teachers.
Maybe they tried, but it was so far to use them in our life.
Cause of demanding too much from the future.
In reply rejection was received, so
We were deceived by our dreams.
I love my pals, they are family too.

Then I call them, my good old days and bad old days.