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Memories.
Days gone past.
Remembering past movies, mindsets, and a sense of public decorum.
And, okay, a few ties to other works. I think I can get away with that last word….
But nothing is ever perfect. As we remember it. There are always dark shadows (pardon the veiled pun).
Change is what it is.
This poem has never been published. Probably should have stayed that way.
The Way We Were
© F. P. Dorchak, 2003
We would never die and never grow old
Polite to each other
Always young
NYC known for publishing, Greenwich Village, “The Big Apple”
HIV was no more than just three letters in the alphabet
Gas was under a dollar
Our dreams were on fire
We could change the world
Nothing could get in our way
Stephen King was It
Nevermore
Short Story Links
Links to all my posted short stories are here.
Change is a selfish mistress. We are often forced to accept changes we don’t want, and denied the changes we crave.
As mentioned, such curious responses from everyone! Food for thought…and another post….
I don’t like looking back. It’s depressing. A reminder of how everything is fleeting and mortal. Not to mention how everything has changed — and for the worst.
Interesting, Paul, I might have to write a post about the thoughts you and others have replied with! So unexpected….
Nostalgia is fun…but so is the future ahead of us. 🙂
Wow, curious responses to this, such a “small” post I find isn’t so “small” after all!