The Used To Be Poem by Rolland Heiss

What happens to our yesterdays?
Do they yet exist in time?
I should like to see the used to be
And relive again the rhyme

I'd like to climb the oak again
And I'd like to kiss Angie
If for just a peck upon her neck
How I wish that it could be

I'd like to see the long lost friends
That I haven't seen in years
And the happy smiles that time defiles
Leaving memories and tears

Time's a story we all must write
And we'll soon enough be gone
Yet we use its hooks and ancient books
To hang our dreams upon

I know we can't repeat the past
We must sail the seas of time
Still I'd like to see the used to be
And relive again the rhyme.

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