Author: Sue Young

The Joy of Nostalgia

Is the Joy of Nostalgia

Just a clean white curtain

On a dirty window

And if you were back there again

Would you hate it

With a bigger passion

Then the first time round

Or maybe it really was as good as it seemed

And the world got worse

And not better

And nostalgia is all

Some people will have

To keep them warm at night

But in the experiences of today

We can make the memories of tomorrow

And the Joy of Nostalgia

All over again.

You Can’t Go Home Again

You can’t go home again

To whispered words

Or bitter accusations

To sibling fights of old

Either killing each other

Or playing hard until the sun goes down

They said it would all end in tears

But cuddles always stopped the crying

And then, sometimes

Parents in tennis matches

Bickering with the umpire

Getting caught in the net

Another day, of making ends meet

Ends either not quite touching

Or too far apart to be tied together

You can’t go home again

To things said or done

Or not said or done

To what could have been

But now, will never be

You can’t go home again

To the silence

And the cacophony

To the contradictory

And the hypocrital

To the elephant in the room

To the realisations you made

To the understanding you came to

You can’t come home again

To the wisdom that is now

It’s another time and place

Home is where you are

Right Now.

Sad Eyes

Hello

Sad Eyes

How are you today?

I saw you in your low mood

I hope you’re okay

Haven’t you come too far

to quit now?

Don’t give up now

Don’t get lost before you win

Look up

Sad Eyes

Please don’t despair

It’s really not fair

To do that to you

I need to ask

How are you feeling?

It’s not without meaning

I understand, more than you know.

Sad Eyes

Please don’t

Please don’t cry

Can’t you see the sun shining

In that cloudless sky?

Who took your light away?

Who did those terrible things?

Did your hope go

In the darkness that life brings?

Maybe, together

Sad Eyes

We can mend

your broken wings.