Yesterday’s Love
A flock of old birds perched
on a wire
Wax nostalgic about the good old days,
"Ah, the water was much wetter
back then”
“And the sky a much bluer
shade of blue”
Looking back through the
prism of time
History gets selectively
distorted
The woes of yore get neatly suppressed
To the dark corners of recollection
While sweet memories get magnified
Making today seem pitifully
small
Too bad these post rose
colored glasses
Can’t be gazed in a forwardly
direction
No comments:
Post a Comment