Nostalgia hits in waves
Against the mind banks;
Robbing my present away,
The past comes out to play.
It was a rainy day, gloomy
Not unlike today;
The soul weighed light as air,
Carefree days where
There was youth, there was money
Not merely penny
For the thoughts; there was success
The start of greater things.
There was a complete family,
And words spoken too freely.
Oh, it rained just like today,
But the raindrops were less teary.
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