William Sinclair Manson's poetry

BRIGHTON BEACH. Do you remember the time gone by When days were long and time wouldn’t fly Carefree days with no pretense Feeling young with confidence. The sun blinding your very soul Lit fires and blackened coal. Never having a horrid day Loving life and the will to stay Focused on your early life Before the turmoil and having a wife. Friends come and always stay Making your remember-able day. Laughing at the innocent things Were bees are buzzing and bird sings Summer days so full of fun Playing football in the hot sun No enemy to make you scared Cakes and scones carefully prepared Food a plenty and stomachs full Enjoying the times you have at school. The best friend you have has four legs Follows you everywhere , sits and begs Those were the days I will never forget when times were happy and no one frets. REMEMBER THE DAYS Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please

Why do we grow old and vain? complain about the economy mumble about the rain? suffer from sore joints hardly get around trying not to stumble struggling with Sounds. Running after children bailing out our kids vacuuming the carpets pots without their lids! Having to mind the steps just in case you fall memories so vivid getting harder to recall. Standing in long lines for money we are due worried what's on the tele sometimes feeling blue! Sleeping every moment you sit down on a chair wondering why your old and do people really care! Chatting to the neighbours having tea all day hoping as you age you still have things to say! Old age has its good points I can name a few sophistication and elegance the ability to chew. Honour and respect are ultimately yours playing with your grandchildren travelling on tours. Educating young folks giving them a chance playing them old records