Nostalgia Poem

I miss my college dorm and the early mornings,

Running to class, the late nights drinking and getting lost in the essays of new found knowledge.

I miss my friends laughter and that sense of wonderment as we pushed ourselves towards a better life,

The late night mall trips, hiding four loco in our fountain drink cups, the night clubs and the hangover in that early morning trig lecture.

I miss the hallways of my high school and the years spent on friendships built, until we all went our separate ways.

I miss walks down my hometown streets with friends talking about our dreams and aspirations, 

The local festivals with fireworks and food filled with grease, I miss the bicycle rides, and innocent small town pranks

I miss the playground mulch and my elementary school in the country,

Checking out library books with the index cards and trying to find books my relatives checked out in the past,

That smell of an old school that is falling apart, the out of date text books, book fairs, Saturday morning cartoons, and the yo-yo trick guy.

I miss a time where I could be me without all eyes on me,

When cameras where not freely in all the pockets of humanity,

I could be a kid or a king, it depends on the day of the week.

I didn't have to worry about looking 'cringe' or 'edgy' my expression came freely.

I miss when everything was new and inventive,

Design was interesting and fun - not boring and corporate,

Fast food was cheap and fast, the days were short and the night seemed long,  

Three minute anime episodes on youtube, convention lines were short and niche, Toonami, Cowboy Bepop at midnight, Falling asleep to adult swim quotes on TV, media wasn't overaturated, video games released new and different titles, a time before micro transactions and a career was just an idea to me and not a reality.

Now as a I miss these things, I wonder what things I will miss today? 

As everyday I live and breathe there is treasure to find, 

The laughter of my children, the new friends I make along the way, the old ones as we sit and laugh about the past, the heartbreaking and heartwarming moments to treasure life's gifts

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

This is for the most part very high quality writing. The first half to maybe 2/3s is really good, then it bogs down a bit and the end doesn’t feel right.
It could easily rise to excellence with a little thoughtless revision.
FWIW