Remembering the Days...

Remembering the days when I was loved by friends while memories are vividly seen, as if they are woven into reality... Living in the past,like a dreamer, won't change a thing; In spite of distance, I still find delight in their joyous faces; deep wrinkle and gray hair are the enemies I can't fight! I'm getting older by the day, as an awareness and earnest warning not to dispose of this age, but to learn daily from it! Trustworthy and reliable friends, I would like to possess your strenght to cope with an unspeakable tragedy, a loss or a doleful defeat; are you like me: twisted by dissent, judged and treated unfairly or completely misunderstood? One can't be too demure or innocent to let those facts control your destiny; if confidence and self-descipline aren't instilled within the adolescent years, hurt,rejection and impelling sorrow: lift up hurdles you can't bring down with the speed and force of an arrow! Remembering the days we conquered life's joys with the zest of warriors; remembering the days when the enthusiasm made us high-spirited and indulge in pleausures that cannot be described... to go beyond the unforbidden limits, to know what laid ahead of us... raptured by an ingenous realism! Admired and missed friends, it should be joyful to remember you all, good friends always offer solace... when words seem not to flow and thoughts are locked up in deep silence; here,with lively and subliminal visions, I cross the void between absence and distance... to be a part of you again!