Sitting on my chair
Computer at the ready
I gaze out the window
Youth gone forever.
My head in my hands
I feel in a daze
Wonderful times,
All of those days.
Capturing that era
Oh what a story
When I was a kid
And took all the glory.
Dreaming of days gone by
With childhood and mates
Reliving it now, or am I too
Late?
My mind deep in thought now
How can I escape
Yet living every minute
Of those times, they were great.
By Patricia Preece
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