by They dance and flutter,
like leaves on the breeze.
They ribbon ’round the May pole
and under the Harvest Moon.
Oh, those reminiscent days…
when life was simple,
and love was all you needed…
How I love you,
my yesteryears.
How you glow
with prideful colors.
A (wise) man of two faces 
I’m a senior about to graduate high school and i have to say this poem adds greatly to the nostalgic feel. However it does seem a bit too short, maybe that’s your lesson as a poet that nothing lasts forever 😦 but i would love to see more added to it.
I’m glad you liked my work – thank you 🙂
As for the length, I tend to be pretty brief with my writing. It’s a personal preference. I was going for a wistful, nostalgic feeling for the poem, a momentary twinge. Maybe I do need to write another like this that’s a bit longer though 😉
Good luck with your senior year. I hope you make some great memories 🙂
I just noticed this, but is the title supposed to be a play on words for “School Days” ?
Sorry for the bother :S
It’s no bother at all 🙂
Yes, the title is a play on words. A dreamy daze about school days. Many of my poem titles are puns or plays on words.