Everybody’s moving on
but I’m standing still.
They’re embracing life
while I’ve lost its thrill.
They have things to do
and people to see.
While I stay isolated
from their reverie.
I can’t understand
what is happening to me.
I used to be happy
but that joy is just a memory.
I shut myself away
to hide from prying eyes.
If anyone should call
I disguise it with lies.
however, the number of
callers has diminished.
While most of my friends
have said they are finished.
They have to get on with
the rest of their lives,
while I stay in the past
with the ghosts I idolize.
The 50 year old poet 
What a shame to be left behind in “the past with the ghosts [you] idolize.” I’m afraid too many of us do that. I’m listening tonight to Nat King Cole, and listening to songs like “Green Fields” and “Come-ona My House” by Theresa Brewer. Ah, the good old days! Sometimes it’s hard to leave them, isn’t it? They don’t make ’em like that anymore!
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