The Rain of Nostalgia
What a pleasant time of the year!
For showers of blessings have come
A glorious time for others,
But painful for some..
The children are out already,
Leaping in puddles of joy
I just sit, and watch them
Remembering myself as a boy..
Every drop reminds me,
Of all my happy days
But now no-one listens,
They're off on their own ways...
My mind is now wandering..
Down the memory lane
As i stand with my umbrella,
In this never ending rain...
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