The memories of good triumph the bad,
But sitting here now invites me to feel sad.
Young, ambitious, naive to the workings of the world,
How I wish I had some in a bottle to be unfurled.
The days in the woods, the use of the family card, it was all free or so it seemed,
Now I know the cost, bound by fear or so I've deemed.
Nights on the river bank with the stars too numerous to count,
How do I regain those carefree moments...it seems so hard to surmount.
Nostalgia can be tricky because we only see a side,
But if it helps me live out of heart then I'll take any of it any stride!
But I know I'll look back on these days just the same,
So it beckons me to grab my loved ones holding them in this present frame.
To live wholehearted is a noble task,
Because you can't be present, with heart, and live behind a mask.
- James Trone