Gone are those days....

Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay.
Gone are my friends
From the cotton fields away.
Gone from this place,
To a better land I know.
I hear their gentle voices calling:
Old Black Joe

I'm coming, I'm coming
For my head is bending low
I hear their gentle voices calling
Old Black Joe.

Why do I weep
When my heart should feel no pain
Why do I sigh
That my friends come not again
Grieving for forms
Now departed long ago
I hear their gentle voices calling:
Old Black Joe.

Where are the hearts
Once so happy and so free
The children so dear
That I held upon my knee
Gone to the shore
Where my soul has longed to go
I hear their gentle voices calling:
Old Black Joe.

Phew... Had a tough time to get the lyrics of this old song by Stephen Foster. Havent heard it myself but love the lyrics. And why?

Because that is whats happening in my life right now!

Gone are those days when we used to look forward to the end of the day and meet everyone. Right now we all stay back even when we have nothing to do in the office

How I wish things would change back to what it was before. Just a year back I loved it here and everything was so rosy. We were the envy of everyone who saw us all together. How we laughed at them. How we played pranks on each other. How we used to meet everyday for coffee and never get tired of the same place. A meeting after a couple of days seemed like a couple of weeks.

Not anymore.

Gone are those days.......

P.S: To all my friends... I still love you all and no matter what, I will be there for you through thick and thin. I will do anything in my power to settle things. Remember those days I mentioned above and tell me if that is what you want. I know you want those days back but we all know..... Gone are those days