Those Old Days.

We'd walk.

We'd talk.

Make plans.

Hold hands.

And see how things turned out.

Sing songs.

Right wrongs.

Play games.

Make names.

And gaze, and laze about.

We'd shout.

Fall out.

We'd hug.

Make up.

And all would be okay.

We'd joke.

We'd poke.

We'd laugh.

Do Math.

All in those old days.

Reviews

[Pinkjumpers]

I love how the fast and upbeat rhythm contradicts the overall sense of longing and the -perhaps- regretful tone of the poem.
For me it creates an idea that all that the persona once enjoyed simply past him by... too quickly to hold onto forever.
Alternatively he could be trying to re-create the fast-paced thrills he once loved and hence further the impression on the reader..
As usual I'm probably thinking too much :3
But it's inspiring stuff there! So, it's your fault really. Hehe. :)

Amazing.

It has a very sweet rythem to it.