Oh I remember those restless days
With our youth,
Restaurants had no restrictions.
And my parents would play
Purple Haze
On their bass guitar and ukulele
With the brass of my dancing feet
As the floorboards accounted
For this new beat.
As a teething child,
I could gnaw on my cricket bat..
Whilst my dad would throw a ball
At my endless stack of hats
Where they piled up on my head
Resting on the bed of my scalp
Of which, was the only bed, for myself
That I witnessed.
With that last sight..
And a strange dream about chocolate
Rice,
I popped up in the morning
To the feeling of wonder of my
Mattress.
I saw my cat purr
Beside the bed I had been borne to
Thrown, chucked into by my chief.
As I arose, it seemed
That, truly was he
A snoring thief.
Let's just say,
With his bush - driven face,
The next day wouldn't ever be
Such a breeze.
Terry 💪
YOU ARE READING
I Remember Those Days
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about remembering certain elements of the past that felt, indeed, very special to me. I hope you find reading it special, as well as reaching out to the particular ways I feel about them. ~Terry~
