Of Nostalgic People

Talking of the past brings them close to tears
The people who yearn for the long lost years
But to the human existence there is such a brief prime
And only in fancy can they go back in time
Of nostalgic people a few i do know
Always talking about the long ago
And though it suits them better to live in the past
Their youth gone forever and only the memories do last
Of the time when their life was in it's Spring
The gift of youth is a marvellous thing
Yet each morning we are one day older when we rise from the bed
And the present is what matters and the future is ahead
But like the stranded fish waiting for the next tide
Nostalgic people to the past remain tied.