Where are those happy days of yesterday, ones
where life was so good and enticingly young?
Lifting minds into heaven, filled with angels,
giving us a world of imagination and fantasy.
Somehow growing up caused a dying of perspectives
within us.
Luckily, intellect held onto them, placing all of
them onto photographic screens to be remembered.
Tapping into these memories gives a reprieve to
aging, a place where they can be relived over and
over throughout the years that are left to us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem