A Sweet After Taste
Trying to retrieve a time in our past,
is like trying to slow the flow of a river
with nothing but your hands;
it's an impossible task.
For many of my generation,
our yesterdays seemed less hectic;
with a stronger sense of morals
and fewer social problems.
But time tends to mask negative thoughts
while highlighting favorable recollections;
filtered through an emotional sieve.
What was true of those good old days
is that they were viewed through the eyes of youth.
And we tend to dig up the treasured gems
we buried in our past;
and enthusiastically restore their shine in our minds.
But they are less a representation of an era;
and more a personal interpretation of our experiences.
The allure of revisiting bygone times
is akin to buying a cup of cold lemon aid
from the local stand set up by the neighborhood kids;
somewhat tart and yet refreshing,
with a sweet aftertaste.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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