My Old Self
In the realm of memories, my old self dwells,
A figure from the past, where longing compels.
Like a fading photograph, with softened hue,
A journey to embark, as we bid adieu.
Oh, my old self, bearer of youthful dreams,
A seeker of wonders, in limitless streams.
Within your tender heart, passions used to soar,
With fervor unrestrained, an explorer of more.
Each day opened avenues and held no bounds,
Inspired by aspirations, echoing profound.
Unafraid to stumble, or face the unknown,
Your spirit unwavering, like seeds wildly sown.
But life, it weaves, a tapestry of change,
In its gentle caress, transformations arrange.
As time unfolds, veils descend on our view,
Yet remnants of your essence dance, out of view.
Oh, my old self, with laughter on your lips,
Where innocence, like petals, fondly softly slips.
The world around you, a canvas for the free,
A symphony of life, a celebration decree.
But shadows find their way, through cracks so slight,
Casting doubts upon dreams under dimming light.
The whispers of doubt, they cloak your soul's grace,
Yet, deep within, ember’s yearn for old embrace.
Now, older and wiser, with lessons well earned,
I seek solace in the fragments I discern.
For etched in the wrinkles, and lines that grace my face,
I find traces of you, in an enduring embrace.
Oh, my old self, your spirit's memory’s art,
Still lingers and whispers, igniting my heart.
Through the sands of time, I'll forever endeavor,
To merge my past self, and present self together.
For the dreams that once thrived, and the joys that we knew,
Are the seeds that now blossom, as I've grown anew,
My old self, immortal, through memories' wealth,
An eternal companion in the journey of self.
A figure from the past, where longing compels.
Like a fading photograph, with softened hue,
A journey to embark, as we bid adieu.
Oh, my old self, bearer of youthful dreams,
A seeker of wonders, in limitless streams.
Within your tender heart, passions used to soar,
With fervor unrestrained, an explorer of more.
Each day opened avenues and held no bounds,
Inspired by aspirations, echoing profound.
Unafraid to stumble, or face the unknown,
Your spirit unwavering, like seeds wildly sown.
But life, it weaves, a tapestry of change,
In its gentle caress, transformations arrange.
As time unfolds, veils descend on our view,
Yet remnants of your essence dance, out of view.
Oh, my old self, with laughter on your lips,
Where innocence, like petals, fondly softly slips.
The world around you, a canvas for the free,
A symphony of life, a celebration decree.
But shadows find their way, through cracks so slight,
Casting doubts upon dreams under dimming light.
The whispers of doubt, they cloak your soul's grace,
Yet, deep within, ember’s yearn for old embrace.
Now, older and wiser, with lessons well earned,
I seek solace in the fragments I discern.
For etched in the wrinkles, and lines that grace my face,
I find traces of you, in an enduring embrace.
Oh, my old self, your spirit's memory’s art,
Still lingers and whispers, igniting my heart.
Through the sands of time, I'll forever endeavor,
To merge my past self, and present self together.
For the dreams that once thrived, and the joys that we knew,
Are the seeds that now blossom, as I've grown anew,
My old self, immortal, through memories' wealth,
An eternal companion in the journey of self.
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