No, it wasn’t better then.
It was only different.
Nostalgia,
You are liar
Who insists things were better before.
And I’m tired of listening to you.
You can keep your sepia filters,
Your polaroid’s,
Your cassette tapes,
Your photo albums,
And your yesterdays.
I left them for a reason.
And the reality is,
If I were asked,
“Do you want to go back?”
I would most certainly shake my head.
It’s amazing what flaws you miss
When you apply that tinted brown filter.
To be a child is magical, yes.
But growing up is rarely painless.

I am marvelled by this poem! Truly well written and thought provoking. Love this! 🌠
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If cassettes could talk… they would say: “Listen to me! My owner bought me from The Great Courses company back in 1999, but I have been bequeathed to the thrift store. It only costs one dollar for me and five of my friends. You know you want to buy me! I will teach you a course on ‘How to Read and Understand Poetry.’ My cousins will teach you ‘World Philosophy.’ ”
I couldn’t resist, so I bought the courses on cassette tapes. Fortunately, I still have access to a tape player to play the tapes. Are tapes better than podcasts and MP3s? Probably not, but they were cheap. 🙂
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Very interesting title and poem! Loved your thought process ❤
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