Remember when we were younger,
the many games we used to play,
when we were young, and sweet and innocent,
just to pass the the time away?

Those times when the boys and girls alike
were just playing on swings and such
and the attractions hadn't started yet
or hadn't been noticed much.

Then all of a sudden that seemed to change
as we all became more aware,
the boys of girls, and the girls of boys
and the attractions that were there.

And once that started happening,
the games we played changed, too,
the boys would start with teasing the girls,
it's just something we boys would do.

And the girls, they started huddling
and talking about the boys,
which ones were hot and which were not,
and we all began our little ploys

to attract the ones we thought were cute,
the one's we seemed to like,
the ones that stuck within our minds
when the days turned into nights.

And we'd often play one other game,
as puppy love set in,
we'd pick a single Daisy from the ground
and with it we would begin

to pull the petals one by one
from the Daisy in our grasp,
saying "she loves me and she loves me not"
til we were down to one at last.

And if it didn't happen to turn out right,
the way we wanted it to,
we'd simply pull another one,
and we'd simply start anew,

'til there was but a single petal left,
with "she loves me" next in place,
and joy would enter into our hearts
and put a smile upon our face.

But those days are far behind us now,
though those questions arise again
when that very special lady
happens to enter the hearts of men.

But too old we are for Daisies now,
or the joys that they once brought,
for even a petal pulling marathon
would all be done for naught

when we face that age old question
that has plagued the hearts of men,
of "she loves me or she loves me not",
and will this heart be broken once again.

So all we can do is hope and pray,
and toy with Daisies in our minds,
hoping the love you have and hold for her
will not be left behind,

and that in time those words will finally come
from this woman you've come to know
and bring the joy that final petal pulled
brought so many years ago.

That is simply wonderful!

Oopsie...wrong version all...small change but wanted it thus:



Daisies

Remember when we were younger,
the many games we used to play,
when we were young, and sweet and innocent,
just to pass the the time away?

Those simple times when the boys and girls
were just playing on swings and such
and the attractions hadn't started yet
or hadn't been noticed much.

Then all of a sudden that seemed to change
as we all became more aware,
the boys of girls, and the girls of boys
and the attractions that were there.

And once that started happening,
the games we played changed, too,
the boys would start with teasing the girls,
it's just something we boys would do.

And the girls, they started huddling
and talking about the boys,
which ones were hot and which were not,
and we all began our little ploys

to attract the ones we thought were cute,
the one's we seemed to like,
the ones that stuck within our minds
when the days turned into nights.

And we'd often play one other game,
as puppy love set in,
we'd pick a single Daisy from the ground
and with it we would begin

to pull the petals one by one
from the Daisy in our grasp,
saying "she loves me and she loves me not"
til we were down to one at last.

And if it didn't happen to turn out right,
the way we wanted it to,
we'd simply pull another one,
and we'd simply start anew,

'til there was but a single petal left,
with "she loves me" next in place,
and joy would enter into our hearts
and put a smile upon our face.

But those days are far behind us now,
though those questions arise again
when that very special lady
happens to enter the hearts of men.

But too old we are for Daisies now,
or the joys that they once brought,
for even a petal pulling marathon
would all be done for naught

when we face that age old question
that has plagued the hearts of men,
of "she loves me or she loves me not",
and will this heart be broken once again.

So all we can do is hope and pray,
and toy with Daisies in our minds,
hoping the love you have and hold for her
will not be left behind,

and that in time those words will finally come
from this woman you've come to know
and bring the joy that final petal pulled
brought so many years ago.

Thamk you 1956CLEO. Oh if it were just so easy as it used to be...lol

Evan

Believe me, I know!