Days Long Past
In my mind I wonder,
to a place way back in time.
To a childhood filled with loneliness,
when my thoughts were all in rhythm.
The window where I'm watching,
a world of long ago,
is frosted now in coldness,
as darkness comes down just so.
The window of this memory,
is closed to all the world,
and only I can see it,
as in a hidden mural.
The music that I hear,
are sounds of by gone day.
They reach down in my heart,
and make me want to stay.
For those were the days of youth.
A time long ago in the past.
Days kept only in the memory.
A time that could not last.
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