Who are we now
those ‘bright young things’?
We partied then as if the dawn
would never dare to break
the night’s hold.
The best of days when life
was clean & new, bold with
latent dreams that maybe
came to pass:
we dared it all, in our own
sweet ways.
We swam into a tide
that oft times grasped us
with its forceful flow
smashed against the rocks
of life with no respite.
Who are we now
this London night?
This one I’ve kissed
& that one held
perhaps too tight
never wanting to let go.
Five decades I’ve glanced
into your eyes
from time to time
the feelings fled, yet
still rests an echo of
those sleepless nights
the tears, the laughter,
left behind.
Who are we now I ask
a final time?
There is no answer;
men & women
lost in mist
our beauty faded
our dreams become
a glimpse into eternity,
where Angels glide.
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