Reminiscing about the days gone by.
When we thought we would live forever and never die.
Wars that we had fought.
Lessons that had been taught.
Kids that had grown up and moved away.
The grandkids that would come by and play.
Memories that never fade.
Those were the days.
Wait a minute….here she comes.
Her golden hair is bright as the sun.
She is a beauty, that’s for sure.
Her body I would love to explore.
She comes this way every day.
Turning heads along the way.
Breaking hearts, there’s no doubt.
……..What was we talking about?
© James E Brewer
Response to our Inspiration Call on March 11, 2016
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