Nostalgia
Why does my heart
turn to and yearn
for those days long
gone by? What lesson
do they hold?
life was keener
greener, brighter
sorrow there was never-
the stream where
I fished is gone
now a building stands there
how brightly the blessed sun then shone!
Ah, time is harsh and unfeeling
it carelessly sped on
through the lenses of nostalgia
I look-- sad, somber and all alone
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