Memories lift you up, bring a smile to your face,
One thing leads to other, nostalgia finds space.
Positive emotions swell, you reach out to old friends,
They're same old- quirky and informal- your hesitation ends.
Sweet are the hallowed memories, memories of sweet nothings,
Sweet were the old friends, and I, a sweeter version, methinks.
The more I reminiscence, the more stuff I unearth that's sweet,
I can go on a roller coaster of memories, without missing a beat.
I am a connoisseur of sweets, some say I am diabetes prone,
Excess of anything is harmful, I'm now feeling all alone.
The more fun I seemed to have in the past, the more I am missing now,
That my golden years would be my nemesis, who would've thought, holy cow!
Memories weigh you down, take their toll,
Past looms larger, and the future seems small.
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