Days Gone By

I was sitting and watching the children play,
And wishing in a magical way,
That it was me–
But those are days gone by.

Watching Susie play with her doll,
And Johnny up the street playing baseball,
Wishing I was a child again–
But those are days gone by.

Dad giving his son a piggy-back ride,
Mom looking at her little girl with pride,
Wishing that could be me–
But those are days gone by.

Children playing "mother may I",
Flying their kites high in the sky,
But I could only wish and dream that was me,
Because as anyone can see,
I could only watch and look–
Because those are days gone by.

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