Nostalgia Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

I thought that I have long moved on, and gone
Were those sweet thoughts of them, and you and I,
I thought—naive—that when I said goodbye:
The page was turned; no, burned unto the dawn,
The future did yet seem agleam anon;
I thought that with that aching final sigh,
Dear life has smiled on me and lurked nearby; —
I thought goodbye procures but peace hereon! —
But when I ran apace unto the world:
I tripped and fell, and rose and slipped again,
And rights and lefts of jabs and hooks were hurled;
In pain, I said, 'Go 'head and pour me some,
I must forget the life I led back then;
I'm not the man I set out to become! '