There is a magical place
They call “long ago”.
It is filled with joy, happiness and regrets.
And in this magical place I lived,
Someone had touched it
To give me joy and to feel its presence.
Was it the hand of God that
Filled it with joy,
I wonder now and long for it.
As I slowly age and look into the mirror,
The future looks so uncertain
But the past an imprimatur of days gone by.
Am I a fool that lives there?
Do I dwell where I dwelt and
Not let loose the ties?
I cannot forsake the past I know,
It gave me what I am and
So I live today and dream of yesterday.
