When I was young, <br />I often wandered off on my own, <br />my eyes exploring everything I saw <br />and filed it away in my memory store. <br />Now as I’ve got older <br />those insignificant things <br />come back to me now and then. <br />They fill my life with sanity <br />when I think I’m going around the bend. <br />Some of those things <br />I incorporate in whatever I write. <br />A touch of nostalgia <br />for others who remember them as well. <br /> <br />28 April 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-touch-of-nostalgia/
