By JH Sayyar
The days behind me flicker, dim yet dear,
Like lanterns are fading in a misted lane,
Each moment etched in time, bright and sere,
A tapestry of joy entwined with my pain.
I see the golden hours of youth's brief light,
When dreams were stars, hope knew no restraint
I chased the winds, believing all was right
Unscarred by truth, untouched by life's complaint
Now twilight wraps the years in hush and shade,
And memory walks softly through the years—
Where laughter lived, where silent tears were laid,
Where time has penned its tale in love and fears
Yet still I do bless the road of yesterdays,
For they have carved my soul in countless ways.
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