The Past Was A Blast

Listen, the past was a blast. Sometimes it leaves us aghast at how it can go by fast. Or how much will last when the die has been cast. Like a mighty ship mast, the nostalgia is vast. At times it feels unsurpassed, the joy that was amassed. A welcome contrast from the present’s lambaste. When one is harassed by the current forecast, we hold steadfast. We went around and asked, and the response made us enthusiasts.