The old man sits,
The chair it creaks
As he rocks away the years
Memories pervade,
Seeking understanding, and he falls
Under nostalgia's soft spell
"Remember the old days..."
He speaks to no one
"When we were younger..."
He muses to silence
With a teary sigh
The old man has realized
Nostalgia is no place to hide
And still, the years
They slowly fly by.
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