tagNon-Erotic PoetryThe Good Times

The Good Times

byscrewman4531©

In the light of dawn
Deer trot across the landscape.
In the still garden
Children's voices can be heard.
This makes me happy,
I remember the good times.

Under a lime tree
Dropouts sit on the park bench.
In the market place
A beggar asks for small coins.
I make no judgement,
I remember the hard times.

Outside the new church
Blossoms drift down from the trees.
A the insects hum,
Children sing their songs of joy.
This makes me happy,
I remember the good times.

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