Reminiscing

Getting older, one starts missing
Pieces of the past.
Soon it’s time for reminiscing;
Some things didn’t last.

Thinking back to favorite haunts
May bring a sudden smile.
Memory teases and it flaunts;
It sucks you in with guile.

Everything was easier,
We think, when we were young;
Sunnier and breezier,
No worried hands were wrung.

All our friendships flowed along:
No squabbles, fights or tears.
No one did another wrong:
Such perfect mouseketeers!

Remembering the better times
Is fun, like taking stock;
But sometimes hidden negatives
Are there for brains to block.

Those feelings hurt, that nasty scar
We cannot quite recall;
They’re buried in the reservoir
Of childhood’s crystal ball.

But maybe we are better off
With hindsight’s glasses rosy;
After all, who’d ever scoff
At scenes so warm and cozy?

And so we reminisce and sigh
As memory portrays
The golden view of time gone by:
Those were the good old days.