My memory strays, to childhood days,
Grazed knees and runny noses,
Those distant sounds,
We danced and played,
To, Ring-A-Ring-A-Roses.
Sweet Mothers voice,
As clear as day,
The memory never leaves me,
Those loving eyes,
That meant so much,
If only you were near me.
But years go by,
We must grow old,
For nothing keeps forever,
Remember days as pure as Gold,
Our golden days together.
Jayne Davies
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-to-days-of-gold/
