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Years of Yesterdays

Contributed by jeannoh on Saturday, 16th October 2004 @ 12:47:15 AM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic

I remember the years of yesterdays,
I was wild and carefree too,
yet just turned around for a moment ,
saw me here older listening to you .

I remember the years of yesterdays,
all the things the future held for me,
closed my eyes just a couple of seconds.
caught the stare that you threw to me.

Sometimes our dreams don't come true ,
when we're young, yes we were once too,
faded pictures is all that we have ,
to remind us of days we were young.

I remember the years of yesterdays,
all the boys that i caught their eyes,
oh the time passed so slowly then,
now it's us just remembering when .

I remember the years of yesterdays ,
all my friends, my interest, and games.,
never knowing that if I closed my eyes,
I would not believe how quickly they go by .

Sometimes our dreams don't come true ,
when we're young, yes we were once too ,
faded pictures is all that we have ,
to remind us of days we were young ..

I remember years of yesterdays ,
yes for ever will remain in my mind ,
if there was a way to recapture those moments,
I'd find warmth in the world that is mine.

Sometimes our dreams don't come true ,..
when we're young, yes we were once too ,
cherished pictures we'll keep here forever,
I've had my time and this time is for you.

written by jean Marie boudreau

Copyright © jeannoh ... [ 2004-10-16 00:47:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Years of Yesterdays (User Rating: 1 )
by Ronald on Saturday, 16th October 2004 @ 01:18:19 AM AEST
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So beautiful... Reminds me of my poem 'Within The Wind' which I've posted here along time ago. This poem brings me back to the days when I was younger. Though I'm only 20, I feel old already... I wish I still could be in my teens sometimes. Great nostalgic poetry.

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