Rewinding Poem by Phil Soar

Rewinding

Roundabouts and fairground rides,
Childhood memories, play outside,
Reminding me of days gone by,
Constant drizzle in my eye,
Meeting friends, but feel alone,
I can't go back, except in mind,
I wish that it would all rewind.

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