Tray of
Burned out old smokes
I'll stay
Here in
My own
Nostalgic fit
Always
No way
Out of
Melancholy
This time
Proves to
Be of
Significance
To me
Remembering
Those who
Have crossed my path
And filled
Me with joy
I will
Watch myself go
Back to
Those days
When I
Ran all around
Blissful
Nothing
Could bring
Rain on my parade
Most days
Were just
Something to
Treasure for dark times
Like now
Useful
Tools I
Work with to bring my
Joy back
Memories