Days

Time slips and fly
Age old and ill
Tears down your cheeks
Reminiscing the past
Beautiful and fresh
Wonderful memories we had
Till death do we forget
Or till time old and stops?
I miss...
I miss...
Miss the beautiful good old days
Days that can never return
Days we were wild and free
We laughed
We cried and we held
Till now we call it present
A present bestowed upon us
Called friends