Nostalgia

  Now you're telling me, 

you're not nostalgic

Then give me another word for it

Once upon a time there was a lot of gaiety in William's life

Most his days were frolic and bright

But those days were gone

Now he was a man of old age with a heart filled with cynicism

He used to be optimistic

But the rough paths life had taken him on had made him cynical

He used to love and be loved

Laugh and be laughed at

Drink and be drunk with

Teach and be taught

He used to do everything that a human soul needed to be spirited and nourished

However these days he'd scorn and be scorned at

His soul he had sold

Though it was not too late for change

He wanted to be frolic again

So his medicine was to dwell on nostalgic feelings and tunes of the good old times

And that he did until the day he died