Nostalgia

Nostalgia lives
In the corners
Of yellow picture frames
Sitting in the wrinkles of faces
Of golden sepia sheen
Of simpler times
 .
Garbed in blissful times
In Christmases long past
Nostalgia gathers dust
As people zoom by
In dustless cars
With smart phones buzzing
As food cooks in a minute
 .
Nobody stops to think
Back into the past
Where nostalgia is waiting
To slide up
 .
People kiss the skies
Glad that those times
Of unknown germs
Days spent cooking
And instrumental music
Are gone
 .
But as faces
Gather an opaque sheen
Hair darkens
The power is cut
They begin
To hear the voice and see the hands
Of nostalgia
Beckoning
To a forgotten past
 .
A time when lamps
Were lit, not switched on
Communication
Was by word of mouth
And paper script
When all the eggs
Where not in one basket
.
Nostalgia reigns free
Conquering the hoards
Of digitalized photographs
And fancy computer skills
 .
The people
Now try to regain
The lives their ancestors led
But they cannot pass off nostalgia
As real memories
Of times past

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