A Touch Of Nostalgia

When I was young,
I often wandered off on my own,
my eyes exploring everything I saw
and filed it away in my memory store.
Now as I’ve got older
those insignificant things
come back to me now and then.
They fill my life with sanity
when I think I’m going around the bend.
Some of those things
I incorporate in whatever I write.
A touch of nostalgia
for others who remember them as well.

28 April 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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