Slipping and sliding on memories of old, enjoying their
essences when they're remembered in thoughtful interludes.
Expecting nothing more from them, watching as past desires
and promises were either granted or discarded, according
to whims of fate and destiny.
Purposely accentuating the fervor of younger days in
images as they dance and cavort throughout minds, golden
with age and heart-felt loves of once upon a time
romances.
Beautiful aspects of life before aging, now just
reminders of what used to be or could have been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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