Days of old

anticipation is 

running strong 

Thoughts and memories of days long gone..

nerves and excitement fill the air 

while some walk around to shy too share 

others are living, walking vibrant stories 

waiting to unfold with friends of old..

Father Time we can’t rewind — yet the past is vibrant in their minds..

we see it dancing in their eyes - the joy spills over and for a time 

past and present intertwine..

It’s good, it’s right 

their hearts delight and they let themselves get lost to the magic of the night..

And the days of old become moments of gold..