When I
remember the times of old
A smile
on my face I can’t withhold
When I
remember the past of time
Can’t
explain with words even if they rhyme
The
awesome days of fun
Gracing
around they all involve
My legs
swift on the ground to run
All
circles of life with it revolve
Bam! I
fell into a pit a day
Filled
with a lot of straw and hay
Though
a good day picnic it may make
There
abode there still in it a snake
Then
was I entangled in a strange nest
Still I
reserve the story of what happened next
The
times of old is all a good mess
Fulfilling
the new with great goodness
Therefore
use the present time well
For old
times they come to as well.
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