nostalgia


We value vintage things

Tables, chairs and angel wings

But memories often slip away

And we say

“That was me then, not now.”

Well now is yesterday

And tomorrow is now

And I can laugh at what was then

Or cry

But I will always remember why

I feel joy or sorrow

And I will not wait to feel

Until tomorrow.

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