Yesterdays
leo reisman
Yesterdays,yesterdays,
days i knew as happy,
swweet sequestered days.
olden days, golden days,
days of mad romance and love.
then gay youth was mine, truth was mine,
joyous free and flaming life,
for-sooth, was mine.
sad am i, glad am i
for today i'm dreaming of yesterdays.
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