Poem: A World That Doesn't Exist Anymore

 I miss
the clacking of typewriters
Keyboarding 101
typing asdfjkl;
fingers in home position

Walking in the rain
long summer days
floating on inner tubes
down the lazy river.

The smell of gingerbread
the laughter of children
drive in theaters
video game arcades.

Sunday brunch
reading at the library
Easter Egg hunts
pictures with Santa

Nostalgia for long ago days
a childhood left behind
when life was day by day
and the future was a dim prospect.

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