Golden Oldies transport me
To the good old days back when
My hair was brown, my years were young,
My waist was nearly thin.
The music brings back memories
Of times I can't forget
When the past was only yesterday
And the future was not yet.
The sun was a Red Rubber Ball
When I "Was Just Seventeen".
Elusive Butterflies were there
And Yellow Submarines.
Those times are gone forever,
Until the radio plays
Those beloved Golden Oldies
From my young and hopeful days.
A friend suggested I post my poetry, so I'm giving it a try. Please ask me before using my poems, and use my name as author. If you wish to follow this blog, enter your email address below and click submit. Thanks! Jackie Yeates Ginn
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