
Bygone days…
A string of pearls
Each nacre a precious memory
Of childhood’s innocence
Bygone days…
A novel that’s written
Each chapter a thrilling tale
Of youth’s exuberance
Bygone days…
A fabric that’s woven
Each fiber a cherished sentiment
Of middle-age’s maturity
Bygone days…
A tapestry of colors
Each shade a metamorphic meditation
Of dotage’s serenity
Bygone days…
A blanket that warms
The cold night of the present
That begets only brooding
Bygone days…
A talisman that illumines
The darkened tunnel of the future
That conceals Cimmerian conspiracies
Bygone days…
My favorite place to escape
From the travails here today
And the troubles coming tomorrow
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Very nice
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Nice Holmes 👍👍
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