Just another poem..

One sunny summer day
I watched the children play
Thinking back to all the times
to the days I play and make up rhymes.

When there were no thoughts
No crimes no plots
No worries of dying
And falls were the reason for crying.

To a time when love was real.
And couples expressed how the feel.
Grandparents were still with us.
And scoldings when we would cuss.

A time when family was strong.
Before worries came along.
When promises made
Were promises kept.

When children could play
And would run all day.
Falls, scrapes and bruised up knees.
When everyone used "Thanks" and Please"

A time when God came first.
When lemonade cured all thirst.
A time when simple was the life.
When husbands were honest with their wife.

Times like that are so far gone.
Along with the waking up at Dawn.
A time when life was grand.
Time was spend lending a hand.

I miss those days
and those ways.
From back before my time