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Back To The Golden Past

Back To The Golden Past

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Tomorrows were exciting and thrilling

As I had hope, light, expectation, and fantasy in them

Every day was a day filled with fun

Disappointments, sorrow, dismay, and hurt did not last long


Childhood had hopes and colours of youth awaiting

Youth had dreams and interests of a new life

With a new person, new challenges, new family

When my children came in

Time flew by; was just enjoying their growth 

And dreaming about their future


When it was already time 

And they flew out of the nest

Then tomorrows suddenly turned sour

Every day became a drudgery

There was no more fun, 

Nothing to wait for


Their occasional visits are just teasers

Which hardly quenches my thirst

I am always worried about the time

After their departure

The gap between us keeps widening

And making me realise that I am nearer my grave


The only thing that gives me some pleasure now is

My travel back in time

Reliving all those golden moments

That I spent in my childhood and youth

And those that I spent with my children


Imagining that things would always be the same

And my children would always be innocent

And I would always be in charge of their lives



I wish time had frozen then

When I too was oblivious of my lonely bleak old-age

And felt secure, cuddling my children and sleeping peacefully.



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