A wish to step back in time

(N.Bondoc,1999 Poetry )


A Lament to Time ( Why must it all end ? )
Wish you were here
just like the times
when everything else was young...
nothing seems to go wrong
for everything was
bliss
Wish I could go back
to the
time of innocence
of youth's fresh and
ecstatic fervor of going
through life's unending zest...
Why must all good memories
end ?
Why must it all end ?
Why end
at all ?