There we were as kids,
Playing with our friends.
Running and jumping,
Hopping and skipping,
Walking with each other.
Throughout our young lives
All we were doing was enjoying ourselves,
As we played in innocence.
But the one thing we never realised
Was that which we were creating,
We were creating memories.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I can still remember all the fun I used to have as a child playing with Christopher and Stewart.
- Category: Reflection
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That is so spot on! What we see on the other end of a long lived life are the memories that we have 'produced' simply by being ourselves with those that we surrounded ourselves with.
Thank you crypticbard, those memories are so special in our lives.
Andy
They trully are and they are the ones that last and remain!
A fine write Gold, and fine song going back to 1950 originally I read. A proper song, no garbage!
Any preparations for Hastings yet?
If you had seen the film Blue Velvet from which this song came you would still be swooning after all this time. LOL.
Andy
I saw National Velvet with Liz Taylor in it. Any connection? lol.
Days of play create many memories and thank you for reminding us that those times are so valuable. dear Andy.
My pleasure Fay, thank you.
Andy
such heartfelt words andy! indeed the moments we spent laughing and playing unburdened, growing up are the most beautiful memories in life that accompanies us through out. loved this piece!
Most kind Aradhya, thank you.
Andy
Echoes from our past -
Hope all can relish.
For some all fun passed
Them by; just hellish.
Apologies Andy – I certainly enjoy good memories of much (if not all) of my childhood. Occasionally I must remind myself that others maybe didn’t. I admire the focus of your reminder though.
Thank you Dave, there may have been bad times but I can only remember the good times, I was very lucky.
Andy
We rarely think of the memories that we are creating. But as we look back each brick we put in that wall makes it larger and sets its form.
Those bricks build our wonderful lives soren, thank you.
Andy
Was a lifetime ago life was simple and I loved it. Awesome poem
Most kind Ternic, much appreciated.
Andy
The by-gone days of youth memorialized. Yeah, those were some great memories. Loved your poem. - Phil A.
Yes I miss being little no responsibilities good read
Certainly it was great with no responsibilities jazz, thank you.
Andy
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