Memories of past

THE MEMORIES OF PAST

In the way of my life,
when i missed those days,
the days of past,
The days of beauty,
smile touches my lips,
tears comes in my eyes,
heart missed his beat,
i missed those days,i missed those days,
the days of past,
the days of love,
when we only knew the two colors of life,
happiness & love.
never thought about its thorn,
sorrows & woes.
always thought the life" a bed of roses"
without the thorns & bushes
i missed those days, i missed those days
the days of happiness,
the days of past,
when we didn't realizes the reality of life
always thought that
love
happiness

and beauty
are its beautiful season
sorrows
difficulties
and woes
are the name of story
which didn't carries the reality
i missed those days,i missed those days
the days of past
the days of color
when our eyes seem beautiful dreams
and wait for fulfills
but we never know that the dream is always dream
it never comes true
i missed those days,i missed those days
the days of past
the days of innocence
sometimes i thought that
may i be rich so much
that i could buy the days of past
but
Oscar rightly said
No man is rich enough to buy his past (Please give yours valuable comments and rate my poetry)