Those Days
A Nostalgic Poem to Remind Us of the Good Ole Days
Remember the days
Swing sets were rocket ships
And space wasn't so far away
50 cent juices and honey buns
Moms and dads were our number one
School was our playground
Pat of our feet on pavement was our favorite sound
Slides were better than car rides
Looney tunes and cartoons ended too soon
Laugh and sing, that was our thing
Barney was our childhood idol
90s was all that, Hey Arnold
A time when gravity didn't exist
We were all geniuses and rocket scientist
Time so frivolous, dreams so obvious
Remember these days
Swing sets were rocket ships
And space wasn't so far away
Childhood is precious
So let's not forget it
Because when we sit beside our children and grandchildren
We give them a childhood worth never forgetting
About the Creator
Eliza Nightingale
I am an aspiring writer and book dragon! I currently work at Penguin Random House as an editorial assistant.
I love to read sci-fi, fantasy, romance, and DC comic books. My favorite authors include Gabriel Marquez and Sarah J. Maas.
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