The Guest from the Past

This place in my memory

Never was as I see it;

The words I hear echoing

Were by Time paraphrased;

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The nostalgia I feel

Half-dreaming up, half-remembering

My past is but myself

Trying to make peace with me;

/

There were things that I treasured,

A few people, who loved me,

There was a house to call home

And a county – my own;

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I’ve been running for years

From the routine some call happiness;

This nostalgia I feel

Is the gap between myself and me

2 thoughts on “The Guest from the Past

    1. Thank you for reading. This poem was inspired by a song from my childhood I hadn’t heard for years.
      In the lyrics the poet, a little girl, asks the Future not to be cruel to her as she departs on her journey…

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