Memories Sweet, Reality Sour?

Eggs, sugar, butter, flour

Always sweet, never sour

Plain, dusted, or dripping with frosting

Soft, fluffy, decadent, and comforting

Served with coffee or tea

Oh how it takes me back

To simpler, easier times

Or that's how it seems

Looking back is funny like that

Don't you think?

Rose-tinted glasses and all that

Was the cake as good as you remember it?

The past is a foreign country

Where everything seems better for some

Worse for others

If we could go back and taste that cake

Would it be as sweet as we think?

Would it be tinged with bitterness?

Would it stir up the memories we hide?

Would it rouse the emotions we lock away?

Eggs, sugar, butter, flour

Memories sweet, reality sour?

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