Nostalgia - Poem by Justin Woods
On a fine Saturday afternoon
in the month of November
A boy sat and wished for June
and all of its splendor.
He thought of playing on the beach
with all of his friends around
He thought of eating a nice big peach
before it spoiled and turned brown.
He thought and wished and thought
until his thoughts ran dry
Then he stopped and looked above him
at a hole of bright blue sky.
What is the point of wishing,
he thought, for things passed away,
When life is still worth living,
and there's a beautiful day to be had today? !
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