The Party

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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