Cherished buried memories
Of remembered days gone by
Yesterday, Sweet yesterday
Relived in my mind’s eye.
Friends would often say;
Why live inside the past
But if they only knew
Of the joy that’s made to last
All that I have left
Are my simple little pleasures
Remembering fond memories
These are my golden treasures
Yesterday, Sweet yesterday
Lives on and on and on
Like a sentimental ballad
Or a lingering soulful song
Leave me to my reminiscing
Of the joy that’s made to last
It’s quite alright with me
If I live inside my past.
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