A Sweet After Taste
Trying to recapture a time that's passed,
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 youth seemed less hectic;
with fewer social
and political problems.
But time tends to skip over bad experiences,
highlighting more favorable recollections;
filtered through an emotional sieve.
What was true of those good old days,
is that we viewed them through the eyes of youth.
And as we age,
we mentally dig up treasured gems
time buried in our past;
and enthusiastically restore their shine
in our minds.
But they are less a representation
of an era lost to time,
and more a reflection
on our days of innocence.
The allure of revisiting bygone times,
is akin to buying a cup of cold lemonade
from the local stand
set up by the neighborhood kids;
somewhat tart,
and yet refreshing,
with a sweet aftertaste.
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