Missing Memories I don't miss the good old days They were bad in many ways, I don't think about back then Or try to remember back when. When I recall, If I do at all I remember me in overalls, A shy boy in worn out clothes And shoes with holey soles. I hardly have happy thoughts Of childhood lessons taught By a devoted mother or father To them I was another bother. I never daydream of yesteryear Or build air castles of parents dear, Their love gathered dust on a shelf While I doggedly raised myself. I harbor no fond memories in mind My tiny world was mostly unkind, Hard knocks and poorness ruled While I struggled to be schooled. Birthdays and holidays when I recall Weren't celebrated much at all, I have no joyful memory, not one Of Christmas morning fun. I was Just a ragtag boy on his own Wandering through childhood alone, Trudging dirt roads kick 'in stones Biding my time till I am grown. Sometimes on a starlit night As I stand bathed by moonlight, My dreamers mind takes flight But no fond memories bring delight. ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 09-25-05 Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone