What is this emotion that comes over me?
A melancholy memory has arrived and will not leave
Not for the first time
It comes and goes at will
Time does not stop it
And I don’t have the will
Sometimes I savor those moments in the sun
Other times I belabor why it all went wrong
Sometimes I just sit and think about the good old days
Then I shrug my shoulders
Try to not get crazed
I do count my blessings for the joys I have known
I’m lucky to have had these memories
I have grown into them
They are mine to own
So rich they are in happiness
But those winds have blown
Yes, there is a horizon
But I’m often looking back