I remember a time still.
When pain was yet unknown.
There was hope for love.
And nothing could go wrong.
But that was before
I knew I would neither be lucky nor strong.
Tag: reflections
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Days of the Past – Part 3
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Days of the Past – Part 2
I remember the moments now past.
When hope was closer than despair still.A friend could be called to talk about anything and everything.
Or for no reason whatsoever.
Life was good even when it made me weep.
All those small happy moments were mine to keep.I remember before. Way before. In the past.
When the world lay at my feet still.Hard work and dedication would always count.
At home or in the office, rewarded in generous amount.
Sky was the only limit, and just like a magic spell.
Everything always turned out well. -
Days of the Past – Part 1
I remember the days of the past.
When life was full of promises still.Simple pleasures brightened the days.
Chocolates and pure butter milk cookies with glaze.
Long breakfasts and homemade food.
Lazy evenings with friends brightened the mood.I remember the times of the past.
When the promise of love was certain still.Not knowing when it would be met, and where.
Made life uncertain though easy to bear.
Nights were filled with sleep.
And dreams so vivid I always wanted to keep.
