The Glory Days
I was thinking about the good old days.
The glory days, when I grew up & played.
Well, the rocks may melt & the fields burn.
Way before those good old days return.
I may move on to a better place.
Have glory shining from my face.
Have the best of everything.
No need to long for anything.
Yet, I pray, when that day comes.
When everything will lead to fun.
I hope it will be sweeter in every way.
Than it was in those glory days.
————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)