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Oki Niiksokowa.
Sometimes when things seem
more important than they
are
and life appears bigger than itself,
I can't resist the urge to
reminisce
a long time ago when I was a boy.
There never was a more gentle time
recollections seem
warm and happy and fuzzy.
Easy, endless, lazy days,
warm and ripe for the
grasping,
months ago when I was a boy.
Problems then — even large ones — seemed
so
remote and really weren't mine to begin with.
Small, trivial things
were found to
solve the most perplexing problems,
a couple of weeks ago
when I was a boy.
Attempts to travel back in time
yes, I know it is
futile.
But don't you think there is some purpose
for all those treasured
memories made,
only yesterday.....when I was a boy?
