POEM — Nostalgia — Echoes of Yesteryears
“Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.”
— Doug Larson
Little do I know of myself when I was younger,
A longing for moments that once brightly shined,
Every single second was extraordinary,
Every single time I woke up — feeling so alive,
Before everything was so much fun,
When I was younger, I used to wish to grow faster,
Yet, I am here at my older self,
Where I find everything pretty hard,
The life of adulthood is so heavy,
The smiles have faded,
The laughter has fled,
Maybe growing up was not that fun,
All I could say, I wish I could go back in time,
Where curiosity led me on my way,
Unfazed by judgments, unbound, and bold
Where I could do what I wanted to,
Free from the weight of a grown-up life,
Yet, have I truly grown, or merely aged?
But all I could wish for now is nothing more than to return,
Without the worries and expectations,
I wish I could feel it once more,
A sense of missing out lingers, yearning for just a few more minutes,
My youth has already been gone for so long,
Replaced with constant strife
I know myself in so much detail,
The more I know, the harder it seems,
I am left feeling lost and scared,
My awareness leaves me feeling so blue.
The world was full of hopes that never met,
Where a world is full of shattered dreams,
The realization that time is irreversible,
For life is short, and time is a thief that we could never defeat.
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