Better Days Then
Yesterdays are filled with memories
Of dreams that never came our way
Hopes of a better tomorrow
That seem to just fade away
Looking back and dreaming
Of what of might of been
When life today has no happinest
In any form or way
Might that be why we hold on
To what might of been
For they leave us a hope
That someday true love
Will come again
poem by David Kush
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