I see, I hear, I smell,
Long lost fragrants of a memory
Yielding wonderful spirits, that I wish still existed,
Dreams that I wish were still alive,
Endless laughter and love gone by.
Yet, it provokes, a feeling of bitter loneliness,
Sweetness left to crumble alone,
Even if it was supposed to imply aged joy,
Yes, I felt a tinge of nostalgic dejection nearby.
Yes, it was not from the memory, but it was from me,
Envying my younger self, who spent every moment with glee,
Every echo of the past something that will last,
Tears flowing down my cheeks.
Still, I miss the mirth from years before
Even though I've found a new sort of happiness
Still I wish everything was as of past
Try so hard not to lose my self in reveries again.
Nevertheless, I will always wonder
Rather about how things changed than why
Yet I never find a satisfactory answer and
Definitely, I will always stop by my cherished, older memories.
Your poem touches my heart and making sad me too. But I feel we have to learn that changes are to be accepted as our body itself teaches that we can't always be a baby.
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