Secrets...

I want to tell you secrets of long forgotten days
When life was full of life, and always gay
And then the years, they did not rush like time
But slowly filtered into the bag of yesterday, in rime
And men grew wise as they grew old, not mad
And there were things to guess at still, but sad, oh sad
Is yesterday for your remember good and no wrong
And remain only with hope for the future - stretching along
When one day you open the gate to the enclosed forever
And your hand stretch to open it, you remember never to think back
But to remain silent, reluctant to start to enjoy the luxury