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Lately, perhaps due to aging,
I find myself thinking about
past pleasures;
the little things I'd all but forgotten.
Like my first trek in the woods,
feeling one with Nature
unshackled from the hands of time.
Nature nurtured my curiosity,
and I reflect on innocence lost.
In my youth, I was ignorant of the truth
and had to feel my way through a minefield of lies.
Every day was like an ongoing epic,
filled with adventure, wonder, and play.
Once in a while, late at night, as I fall asleep,
I find myself perusing memories,
recalling a smile or a tear, usually both;
often simultaneously.
And I ponder on the fact that in my
simplified world,
I lived unfettered and free.
And I spent the rest of my life
trying to recapture a feeling;
that I will never feel again.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2021
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