Nostalgia

I keep the glow of careless days,
When life was soft and bright with grace;
When laughter lived in open air
And joy could hide in every place.

The world was wide and full of song,
With summer trembling in the trees;
We ran through hours like falling light,
So free beneath the golden breeze.

No worry touched those tender years,
No shadow stayed inside the heart;
Each small delight, each gentle smile,
Was like a jewel, a work of art.

And though those days can’t come again,
They live in me, both near and far;
A quiet flame that never dies,
A memory bright as any star.

For childhood, sweet and full of light,
Still softly shines through all I do;
It left a warmth within my soul,
A beautiful and lasting hue.

So let nostalgia hold those years,
The innocent and holy time —
For in that lost and loving past,
My heart still finds its brightest rhythm