Here I am,
Back again.
Could still feel the thrill,
Seems like yesterday;
The picture still remains.
‘Tis the place,
Where my youth I spent;
Where my youth I spoiled,
Till now I could not mend.
Young and old alike,
Gathered to mend our wasted youth;
Expressions we change,
Hearts, we keep our own.
Woe is me – I pitied,
Guilty, I feel too.
Now, to be back again,
And realize my life;
Is wasted so long.
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