Poem On The Good Old Days: I Am Stuck In The Past

If nostalgia is a disease,

then I’m sick.

People move on,

I do not!

I’m stuck in the labyrinth,

Of my memory’s lanes.

Counting the blurry faces,

the faint giggles,

that promised eternal bliss.

It faded away,

in the mist of time.

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