There was a time
When all was gold
And value was dime
Now there are only stories told
For gone are the days
And a price that everyone pays
There was a time
When streets were nice
And there weren't any crime
Now before leaving we think thrice
For gone are the days
And a price that everyone pays
There was a time
When love was all we need
And there wasn't a place for only 'mine'
Now most are selfish deeds
For gone are the days
And a price that everyone pays
There will be a time
When we shall look back
And miss these old times
And wish we could for once go back
and not forward...
When all was gold
And value was dime
Now there are only stories told
For gone are the days
And a price that everyone pays
There was a time
When streets were nice
And there weren't any crime
Now before leaving we think thrice
For gone are the days
And a price that everyone pays
There was a time
When love was all we need
And there wasn't a place for only 'mine'
Now most are selfish deeds
For gone are the days
And a price that everyone pays
There will be a time
When we shall look back
And miss these old times
And wish we could for once go back
and not forward...
Very interesting and lovely.
ReplyDeleteZQ
I wonder if there ever was such a time.. but I like there would be a day when we would share... This reads like a song...
ReplyDeletemhm, very true.
ReplyDeleteIt always seems we wish for the days of yore....I really liked this poem!
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
Wise words.. such a profound piece!
ReplyDeleteI do think we cannot dwell too long on the days that are gone. They are gone forever. We can miss them on occasion, but I think we have to be prepared to move on.
ReplyDeleteThe price that everyone pays..........a poem that makes one think. Well done!
ReplyDeletethe refrain is a reminder what this world has turned into...beautifully put...
ReplyDeleteA beautiful rhythm and atmosphere to these whimsical words.
ReplyDeleteSadly that feeling will get more intense as the years pass by. We lose so much by every advancement we make which eventually makes us strangers in our own land. Luckily we poets see it!
ReplyDeleteQuite lovely, time goes by so soon sometimes, we don't even realize what it costs us.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wise poem - sometimes progression is not benefical -
ReplyDeleteThe loss of community is indeed a thing to lament.
ReplyDeleteThe repetition works well to evoke that sense of longing for what was!
ReplyDeletebeautiful !!!
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