I MISS THE OLD TIMES

I Miss the Old Times

In the quiet of the night, I walk alone,

Down memory's lane, where light once shone.

The echoes of laughter, now silent and cold,

I miss the old times, the stories untold.

The places we roamed, now empty and bare,

Whispers of the past, just vanish in the air.

The warmth of your smile, a distant sunrise,

I miss the old times, beneath the same skies.

We danced in the rain, without any care,

Now I dance alone, a solitary affair.

The promises we made, like leaves, they've flown,

I miss the old times, the kindness you've shown.

The world spins on, relentless and bold,

But I'm still here, missing the mold

Of a past so bright, it outshone the gold,

I miss the old times, before we grew old.