We were younger back then
The way it used to be
Before time took it away
To a past we remember
But can no longer touch.
It was right here
An open book
With well-worn pages
Initials carved
In the old tree
Memories fading
Like the morning mist.
Change knocks on our door;
And unwanted guest
Bringing shiny gifts;
Once accepted they remain
And nothing can be
As it was.
We are alive in time’s river
You and I and the rest
Forever moving round the bend
The distant shore reveals
The secrets of the forest
Forever lost, now found.
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