Looking Back
I see myself today
as once I saw others,
an old man walking,
with nowhere to go,
wondering what he remembers
of his youth.
As being one of those
old men today,
I remember so much.
My first love,
holding hands and
kissing.
Gathering my change together,
to buy her a gift.
Sitting in her den,
watching TV,
while her parents
just out of earshot.
Those are the days,
I shall never forget.
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