Ask 9: Nostalgia sets the mood,

Take these etchings from my mind,

Stepping back to take in the view
Tell me something I never knew
Take me to the places you’ve been
Let me in to the things you’ve seen

A soul on ice
Behind the sun
Turn the page
The end begun

Why is it we can’t leave these ghosts
Behind us in our path?
Stop now babe, whilst your ahead.
If you don’t stop soon, you’ll soon be dead.

Playground antics, shattered illusions
It’s all getting to my head.
One more time to see it through,
Once more dance alone with you

Remember back to way back when
We would loose the game and then
Laughing when our time was done
Having all we needed, wanting for none.

All given to you in dreams,
Gifts from moon beam maidens.
Ripped up at the seams,
Going back, back

Nostalgia sets the mood,
Passing faces stare blankly,
We all know who to thank,
The passage of time dissolving
Slowly as queues in a bank.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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