What a strange thing it is
Nostalgia
Reminds one of times
Both good and bad
Realities of the past
Uncertainties of the future
Brings joy and sorrow
Intertwines memories, true and false
Makes one glee and glum
Tears of both kinds.
Warm times in the past,
Lost forever to our yesterdays
Or maybe a chance
A hope of reliving them in the future
Nonetheless ensures one of
Warm times in the past,
Tucked away safely in memories
Never to be lost
Always within reach
A source of strength and happiness.
What a strange thing it is
Nostalgia.
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