The good old days lived no longer exist in our future
Not even the present has stood their presence
It was beyond fan, fear, educative and encouraging
Folk tells by the fires stink in our bloods
The tells by the grannies in the Once upon a time
The story floes in series of laughter’s
There was no need of a Cineplex
The fiction added to dilute our thoughts
Tells of misery and joy always found us
Seated in circles of association
All love combined to groom the seedlings
Morals and virtues emphasized
A warning passed to all listeners in songs
Breaking the news of the past,
Assembling the present situations
And fore telling the days to come.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
The good old days lived no longer exist in our future
Not even the present has stood their presence
It was beyond fan, fear, educative and encouraging
Folk tells by the fires stink in our bloods
The tells by the grannies in the Once upon a time
The story floes in series of laughter’s
There was no need of a Cineplex
The fiction added to dilute our thoughts
Tells of misery and joy always found us
Seated in circles of association
All love combined to groom the seedlings
Morals and virtues emphasized
A warning passed to all listeners in songs
Breaking the news of the past,
Assembling the present situations
And fore telling the days to come.
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