The Memories Poem by Shalom Freedman

The people as they once were
The longing for them
As they were then-

The longing for my own youth
The longing to be back there again
At the beginning
To be young
To see the others beginning again
In their youth-

It will never come again
It was
And is not-

So much of it was so beautiful then
And I did not see it
And I did not know then
How to live it fully-

But its gone
It will never come back-
And soon the longing for it
Will be gone also-