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Daniel A. Stafford | 6/7/2000 3:25:36 AM
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Nostalgia Invasion
Lifetimes, hard to pass, it was a gas.
Remembering so hard you cry to kiss them goodbye,
The old times. The sweet times.
Can you go back and watch Neil take that small black and white step?
Can you feel the power still of Apollo?
Can you see the cars so huge, a moving refuge?
Can you see cruising the streets, starlight meets?
Can you find a time before bits, to frustrate your wits, with challenge?
Can you see an old friend, looking back to then, and admire their youth?
How can they know, those who now grow, the awesome times they missed?
We must bear witness. We must give fitness, to the time we define.
Extoll the worth. We gave birth, to joyous days, musical ways, and freedoms that let all
that follow be. Remember the days we loved. They are worth every moment they took,
and had a beauty all their own. Carve the memories in stone.
You and I, my friend, we were back then, and now.
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Author's Comments
There is a magic, to the decades I grew up in. An innocence that was just before my time.
And one that lived in it. I think I'm far from the only one to feel this.....it bursts forth in
my mind time and again. We sure had a great time to grow up in!
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