NOSTALGIA
Rose is the hue that fills the eye,
Promises recovered from recesses of time,
Some broken or forgotten, some that bade goodbye
All awash in the glory of the past,
Sepia tinged pictures of joy
Wishes and aspirations were mostly recast
Silky bonds of camaraderie
Some that survived, some that were lost
To all the vows went contrary
Time the so-called healer
Stole more than one kept count
Quite a stingy dealer
Even bitterness and pain
Is relished as the struggles
Evaporate in the chaotic brain
Piercing sadness crawls in,
As reality beckons into a cold grip,
Memories flushed into the recycle bin
Rose is the hue that fills the eye,
Promises recovered from recesses of time,
Some broken or forgotten, some that bade goodbye
All awash in the glory of the past,
Sepia tinged pictures of joy
Wishes and aspirations were mostly recast
Silky bonds of camaraderie
Some that survived, some that were lost
To all the vows went contrary
Time the so-called healer
Stole more than one kept count
Quite a stingy dealer
Even bitterness and pain
Is relished as the struggles
Evaporate in the chaotic brain
Piercing sadness crawls in,
As reality beckons into a cold grip,
Memories flushed into the recycle bin
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