Baskadia

GOOD OLD DAYS.

In days of yore, a golden hue, Memories echo, vivid and true. Laughter danced on sunlit rays, In the good old days, we found our ways.

Fields of green, where innocence played, Friendship's bonds, never to fade. Time, a gentle, unhurried stream, In the good old days, a cherished dream.

Whispers of stories, told 'round the fire,

Simple joys, hearts lifted higher. Through the lens of nostalgia's gaze, The good old days, a timeless maze.

Oh, how we yearn for that bygone grace, A tender smile, a familiar embrace. In the tapestry of time, a nostalgic embrace, The good old days, a treasured space.