Nostalgia
Where have those years gone?
In ninth decade when I brood,
They’re here on their own—
As my life’s second childhood—
In memories all marooned!
Wish I’d not grown up,
There were times when I felt so
Finding present tense,
And most of the past perfect,
Old grammar throwing new fact!
Yet, life’s nothing but
Two conflicting emotions,
Endearing passions,
And wiser now I’m to know—
Wise enough to embrace both.
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Tanka |01.08.2022|
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