ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Why do we long for what used to be,
Why do we wish for the past,
Why do we think the olden days,
Can give us peace that will last.
The memories we love and cherish,
Often seem more than they were,
We forget the things that perish,
And hang on to what was a blur.
The days of old were not perfect,
Though we would like them to be,
Our challenge is not to look back,
But forward in what all we see.