Stanley Cooper

(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

Wistful Remembering


Where have they gone to...those years
I so belong to...those years
Those indelible, unforgettable years

Is it so wrong for...those years
For me to long for..those years
Those indelible, unforgettable years

Some say it’s wasteful, even distasteful
To glance back,
but, I’d be so grateful, eternally grateful
To prance back

Is it so wrong for...those years
For me to long for..those years
Those indelible, unforgettable years

Submitted: Monday, May 29, 2006
Edited: Saturday, July 31, 2010

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  • Brit Magby (5/29/2006 12:49:00 AM)

    Mmmm... I'm remembering the past.... I do remember those years...
    nice...
    Brit (Report) Reply

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