Ah, the sweet blissfulness of nostalgia;
it can be our hand tool
when the crazed institution called life
leaves us as an empty vagabond.
We can revisit
the gleaming moments of our past
and indulge ourselves
in the ardent summer sun it has to offer.
It can rid us of our tears
and share its serenity with us.
It can be our stimulus that provides us
with the same rush of adrenaline
that hearing our favorite song would.
The disembodying experience
can cure our combat fatigue,
revitalize our tender spirits,
and leave us feeling healthful.
Ah, the sweet blissfulness of nostalgia;
There’s nothing like it.
Michael Fischer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nostalgia-24/
