Nostalgia everyday
for the past times,
thrown away
I miss the moments of bliss
laughter, joy, and
true happiness
There were good times and torn,
though through it all,
never forlorn
One year of perfection,
until God came in
and made correction
Everything has its bounds,
but for this one,
I have never found
Whatever the reason or rhyme,
I will always cherish
our 'good times'
Like a flightless bird,
a disappointing scene,
most pointless ever heard
Sadness takes a bite,
out of your once
sublime life
I am fine to say the least
nevertheless,
puzzled by this peice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem