In life's onward march As I sashay along In one abrupt tilt My paths cut across The old lang syne I live at crossroads Tossed across the yore Entwined between The extinct and extant Reflections roll by A retrospective sojourn In an enchanting slide Down a back street Which grasps me in a vision I once would not cast off Even as the present beckons And I move wittingly ahead I cannot but help look Wistfully, once at the past I've left far behind A milestone fondly reached Is now a memento A fore time reality In an inward flash Spins a clamant fantasy Nostalgia grips, A dream retires Into fairyland's folds And a story once told Remains a fairy tale forever. |
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Nostalgia....
Labels:
bygone,
fore time,
longing,
memoir,
nostalgia,
old lang syne,
reliving,
reminiscences
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