The good old days have there own way of clinging on to us, sometimes with the power to still affect us just as they did then. This is a simple worded but deep reaching poem.
The good old days have there own way of clinging on to us, sometimes with the power to still affect us just as they did then. This is a simple worded but deep reaching poem.
Thank you - as Faulkner said, the past is never dead. It's not even past :)
Very True.