Depending what I feel,
Words turn like thinking wheels,
Back and forth, forth and back,
Words have their deep appeal,
We live in our todays,
But days long past are there,
We are the whole array,
Of what we are and were,
We know well that in Life,
There is no Status Quo,
What was there yesterday,
Will transit and will go,
No matter what we do,
We can't bring back the past,
The happiness we knew,
In memories only lasts.
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