Nostalgia

Of dwellers, escapists, clingers, 

Of the past,

A temporary occupant, visitor,

Not built to last.

Each memory fresh as dew on snow,

Yet advanced without letting go.

Reminders plenty as corners turned,

But propelled fore, lest burned.

Of laughter, tears, and torn visage,

Each story worthy of applause.

Shared and cherished not just by one,

Melting in a solitary sun.

Every adventure piqued the senses

Of moments made, now in fences.

Appreciated, lost, often learned,

Repetition never confirmed.

Of nostalgia tis said true,

Each character is as you knew.

Nothing can now change a past,

Precocious step lay the cast,

Of future moments, yet to add

To enigmatic new fads.

Boldly venture, to each his own,

Yet forever connected, as if sown.