Twice lost

Should we not speak of the past
Just because we know it is past
Not listen to old songs
Because they are old
When like magic wands
They unlock doors to times
Only we know exist and will die
When we too turn into memory
The singer and the actor are dead
The one who composed the song too
Even father who took us to the film
When films did not come to us
Happy songs turn sad with time
For the sadness they now evoke
Of the losses they remind us of
Of the childhood lost twice over
Then lost forever.