Written by Alice Donatelli
As I sit here in my lonely room.
I think of days gone by,
to wonder where the years went,
makes me somehow want to cry.
I think of friends and family,
who aren't with us anymore,
their hopes and dreams are silent,
like a closing of a door.
I move within the darkness,
and remember long ago.
We played a game called hide and seek,
oh how we loved it so.
The neighbors never locked their doors,
they trusted everyone.
We always helped each other,
and we knew the meaning of fun.
We never had to worry,
when we walked home late at night.
We respected everybody,
whether they were wrong or right.
I wish we could turn back the hands of time,
and go back to yesterday,
to show the younger people,
how we lived a different way.
But time keeps moving forward,
and our kids will never know,
the happy times that we once had,
fifty years ago.
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God Bless You & Yours,
Sharon
Judy Meeker
When my mother-in-law was alive, she often told me stories when she was younger, how people cared for one another. Not really like the world of today's.
The convenience and the advancement in the technologies have made this a less compassionate world. People aren't really nice to one another.
What a wonderful thought-provoing write this is!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
I don't think anyone really dies. Memories like yours keep things alive for ourselves and for others and live on well after we are gone. The thing is to plant good memories.
Excellent work.
Elizabeth