I wish to go back to the olden days
When writing on paper mattered
When words were sung from the heart
When people looked into things
To find their true meaning
When a letter was kept
And valued more than a penny
When words described the fashions
Rolling with roses and peonies
When it was not considered a waste of time
To sit and write a story
YOU ARE READING
Fade
PoetryWe're all just fading away... drifting apart... never to see each other as a whole...
