Oldies

“OIdies”


I’m driving down the highway
with an oldies station on.
I sing along with music from
a time that seems long gone.
For just a moment, I relive
that time of simple pleasures
when every moment sparkled;
the world was filled with treasures.
As the music fades, I return to present days,
waiting patiently until the next warm mem’ry plays.



Notes:
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Ken