The Old Days Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDED FBGBHFIF FJKJLMNO PQDQRSDS| ell friends about the good old days forever gone from him | A |
| My dear old kindly gran'dad too explained the merry joys he knew | B |
| When he was in his twenties and could dance and run and swim | A |
| The burden of their song always was this the good old bygone days | C |
| The days of thirty years ago when all the world was gay | D |
| And folks were always merry then and men were bigger better men | E |
| And fun was funnier by far than what it is today | D |
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| When I was young I couldn't see how such a state of things could be | F |
| For I was having fun myself and plenty of it too | B |
| And not so long ago I told a sign that I am getting old | G |
| About the good old days that once upon a time I knew | B |
| I found that like my dear old dad I thought about the joys I had | H |
| And I was sure that times had changed and fun had ceased to be | F |
| I often heaved a bitter sigh and wished and wished for days gone by | I |
| The old days were the happy days or so they seemed to me | F |
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| But looking back in history unto the time we call B C | F |
| I find that dads and gran'dads then were living in the past | J |
| Old Julius Caesar who was slain once sat and sighed and wished in vain | K |
| Because the joys that once he knew were not allowed to last | J |
| Before Noah built his famous ark I'll bet some ancient patriarch | L |
| Beneath his vine tree sat and said the days of fun were gone | M |
| That times were not as once they were that joys had vanished from the air | N |
| And fun and mirth and merriment somehow had wandered on | O |
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| And so today I've ceased to talk and ceased to let my thinker walk | P |
| Away back where the old days are I've ceased to call them best | Q |
| I've got the notion that today is just as happy just as gay | D |
| As any yesterday of mine and just as full of zest | Q |
| Tomorrow will be just as bright and just as full of rare delight | R |
| For those who follow me as were the golden days of yore | S |
| And when I hear some croaker say there's no such thing as fun today | D |
| I get his derby coat and cane and show him to the door | S |
Edgar Albert Guest
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