The Good old Days

I was here when you were blooming,
You were not bunched up like the bees,
Your fairy glare of colors was as emerald to my eye,
A memory that hunts the time deep in my soul.

Your colors faded gradually like an old cargo, that loses glow from the winds and storms,
You slums and wake in the tide of time,
Yet your life keeps beaming like the sun.

Old good days you favored my stay,
From feeble heart like the sun that glows,
The heat from your smile warms up the earth,
With memory yet to sink aye.

You smiles the while sometimes you're veiled,
From knowledge you zoomed into oblivion,
I search the time like beams of the sun,
That streaks its rays across my soul.

You flew the while like the fallen stars,
That seldom brightens the sky of time,
I need the sun to warm my heart,
Your light is dull and blues the soul,

Like yesterday you came today you're gone,
Wandering to and fro my soul like the sea.
Old good days you were good like known,
But dead your life the span to run,
You lived awhile but now you're gone,
Your memories likes rose that crawls the walls,
You crawls my mind at will and gone.

I run to your archive when truth is veil,
I seek the while like crawling rose,
That crawls the world with glowing color,
But stings the mind with thorns abound,
When love is gone you sting like bees,