Those Old days

Those old days 

they belonged to me 

they do not smell different

and they do not glow or glee

those old days 

they cant age you know 

they are still my kids 

and they do not know how to grow 

those old days  

are like seasons of rain 

got cursed when existed

and get missed in pain 

those old days 

I still remember 

like a memory alive 

just like the glow of ember

Those old days 

When I felt alive

like a queen sitting 

and chilling in her hive 

those old days 

would they ever come 

had I dreamt of them 

or had I scream of gun 

Those old days 

are now things of past 

all doors are shut 

how come they have gone so fast 

Those old days 

make me still awaiting 

of life of treasure 

that is still pulsating

Those old days 

are just mine 

although all of the members

have lost their spine 

those old days 

are not old enough

to hold something for me

still I am a buff 

Those old days 

they belonged to me 

they do not smell different

and they do not glow or glee