Do you remember
Yesteryear
When we were sitting by the river
Swinging our legs without slipper
Dreaming about the future
And what we would endeavor.
Which we are now living-
Nothing
Like we were chasing
Back then. But losing
The carefree feeling,
Only the past could bring.
The money is blinking
The clocks are ticking;
What used to be spell-binding
Now becomes nights of drinking-
Not for sorrow drowning,
There's none - just joy inducing.
We had it all at one point
And lost it all over - repeat.
Just when the ring gets past
The finger and all is set,
The ghosts of the past
Come back to haunt. To taunt.
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