Mixed emotions in these troubled times
Longings for the years gone by
Was it that they were simpler
Or I younger with less responsibility?
Was it that they were honest
Or I just filled with naivety?
On closer inspection of those memories
They do not hold up to the canvas of my mind
They have not stood the test of time
Perhaps they were not the good old days as thought
Perhaps the best that I have is today
It holds possibility that only I can shape
I have no sway over the yesterdays
But the hours from waking ‘til sleep
Of the day before me is mine to mold.
Debbie Gravett © 2016.11.13
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