I was born in days
When candy was exchanged for
A coin grasped tightly in my hand.
Technology was years away
From being in every home in every land.
I was born in days where I could cycle
To friends and to the park.
I was born when eagles soared the sky
And we could stay outdoors after dark.
I grew up with parents still alive
And their parents
And their parents too.
I grew up with a sister to hold my
Hand.
I grew up with a sun in the sky
And a moon after dark.
I’m all grown up now.
The same sun is beating down
And our moon –
Our moon still comforts as time delivers
A glowing silver crown.
Poems and Petals 
Beautiful Vonita…. a loving heart continues to glow in the dark….🖤🌏
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Thanks Ivor 💗 hope you are well
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Ah yes… I remember those days
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Yes. We could stay out playing late at night. beautiful days.
Lovely poem.
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Old days are the best days of life.
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Excellent poem!
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