THE GOOD OLD DAYS

I wonder why the days run so fast
And why the time can't wait for a while
But our good ways do not seem to last
As each day runs a mile

I remember the good old days
When life was so easy and free
When children behaved in their childish ways
And the old lived as long as a fruitful tree.

But now we perish in our wickedness
Whilst our riches make us bold
But not all wealth brings happiness
And not all that glitters is gold.

So even if we wait for ages
We would surely see the right path to follow
Cause nature never changes
And we have high hopes for tomorrow.

                                                                                Ekaette Ikpang, 2004.

This was my very first attempt at poetry in 2004. It's unfiltered, just the way I wrote it back then, even with the flaws...I was 14 going on 15 and I remember I shared it first with my grandma. She said she prays God to keep her alive to see what I'd become in future. Well, that future started already and it's getting better...and I always say "It can only get better"