I surely know they are lost in the brumes

of a magic almost surreal past time, but

we are always, mainly in longing nights,

pushing away the mists and remembering

such sterling old days, when we did not know

how happy we were.

Surrounded at home by family,

guests commonly stared at us

admiration and ecstasy glances,

yet envious and jealous ones.

People cannot ever dream all the joy we have

on remembering those glorious unique days,

for so little affordable.

Although sorrowful we feel,

doubtful of current and coming times,

the bliss of our past still shines, being

a proud pledge for the rest of our lives.

Published in Red Wolf Journal, March 24, 2017.

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