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Back in the summer days

When I was young,

And the always shone

Or that’s how it seemed

It now feels like a dream,

Back in the winter days

When I was young,

And the snow was knee deep

Or that’s how it seemed,

Or was I always asleep

I always felt vital and energised,

But now that I am older

I sense and still fight the decline,

Of my health and my joy

And all I can think is I wish I could wake,

Back to my youth and those golden days,

But no matter how much I manifest this

The universe seems keen on keeping me here

In spite of my pleading and my tears,

Those days are now just memories

And like everything else they will fade,

And everything else will then change

And no one will remember our names,

Because you have to be rich bad or successful for that

But us who fought tooth and nail all through the crap,

Will simply disappear, without a trace,

As if we never existed, maybe that is my fault

Maybe somehow and in someway I fell short,

And nothing can be done so I’ll keep pushing on

To discover how this hand I was dealt plays out,

But I will never fold, my life will never be sold

And as I fade I’ll remember my childhood of gold,

And fade away happy, satisfied by the way I enacted my role

At least this is some way of feeling consoled in my soul.