Those days

ever thought who you were?
this you was not the you there.
for sure i can say
siting at the shiny bay,
those days all were so well-
tinkling with the temple bell.

those days where god himself was gay,
looking at the smlies that sway.
none than you
can get back the few,
waiting for you
never the new.

small lifes with farms and hay,
the cattle used to say:
you the mighty are
all the mighty were.

when those days flash back in eyes,
a little drop of tear lies-
down my face on the land,
that flash rinses upon the sand.
those days can ever be back,
those days can never be back!