The Used-To-Be
I truly long to find a place-
were the used-to-be, now history,
still exists in time and space.
Where childhood innocence is sublime-
and yesterdays again replay-
those precious moments lost to time.
I search in vain to find that place-
were the used-to-be, now history,
sill exists in time and space.
Why can’t I find that elusive place-
where times long past forever last-
in another time and space?
I think there is no place of used-to-be-
were yesterdays again replay-
except in one’s nostalgic memories.
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