Biographical Poetry posted February 9, 2019

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The good old days of teenage bliss!

The old Drive-in!

by phil nelson

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I took a drive the other night,
and went for quite a jaunt;
I drove through our old neighbourhoods,
past streets we used to haunt.
And I was quickly overwhelmed,
by ghosts of memories past;
sharp images of things we did,
great times we thought would last.

I stopped at that old hamburg joint,
where our "gang" used to meet.
We mostly went to socialize.
though sometimes, we might eat.
And as I looked across the grounds,
where we all used to park,
I'm sure I saw the shadows of
old friends there in the dark.

Then faces popped into my mind,
like long forgotten kin,
and feelings from those heady days,
put my heart in a spin.
Wave after wave of life's events,
came flooding through my mind;
I couldn't stop remembering,
Those times we'd left behind;

the fun we had, the hearts we broke,
the laughs, and just the way we spoke,
old cars we drove, the games we played,
the dreams, and future plans we made.
The drama, and the jealousy,
the love, and camaraderie,
the coffees, and those endless talks,
just holding hands, romantic walks.

But as I cruised that empty lot,
recalling friends that I forgot,
it all came back, and then was gone;
our ghosts remained, but we'd moved on!

Writing Prompt
Write a poem about "the good old days" as you remember them. Any type, at least six lines

The Good Old Days
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