I used to be sentimental

I used to be sentimental

I used to keep scrapbooks of old photographs

I used to save letters

there was nothing better

than cheap history for my own behalf

I used to dig devouring details

remembering moments from my misspent youth

but that was a game

now all that remains

are visions of the cold hard truth

memories

are not what they used to be

they burn behind me

like the last dying ember

yesterdays

keep fading away

they turn into gray

when I try to remember

I used to be sentimental

a long time ago

back when I was a fool

now it's merely elemental

nowadays I keep my cool

I used to be eternally homesick

I listened to oldies on my car radio

but those days are through

the music I knew

is left in the dust of so long ago

I used to write sonnets to sunsets

(I am embarrassed I was once so naive)

But that was a long time

an old sappy song time

oh what a fool I was to believe

memories

are not what they used to be

they stare right at me

and demand my surrender

yesterdays

keep fading away

lost inside purple haze

when I try to remember

I used to be sentimental

but those dreams have melted

like last winter's snow

I want to move on

but where have they gone?

I guess I need to know