The Good Times Poem by Paul Reed

I once knew the blossoming of life
When the horizon ran on for ever
When there was no necessity
To sacrifice or joys to sever;
There is only a limited time now
And waiting no longer attractive
I want the good times back
For a finale hyperactive;
Not for selfish purposes
Although it would give me pleasure
To give gifts to loved ones
Share times relaxed at leisure;
To have known things once
And then have them removed
Seems a cruelty to have to bear
Of which you would not have approved;
I want the good times back
Although not what I deserve
It would be a chance to live again
And the glowing memories preserve.