We can’t go back, there is no way
To what was once our yesterday
When all we wished or hoped to be
Became forgotten memory.
Tis sad to see our former joys
Discarded there like broken toys
That line the cluttered roads we take
O’ershadowed by dreams we forsake.
Worse to believe that this is all
That’s left for us to chance recall
Those glory days which made us great
They’re gone and now it’s just too late !
Claire V. Bogdanos 