When We Were Young And Gay

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

When We Were Young And Gay...

 

My thoughts weighed heavy as they often did to the days of my youth.

I was a barnstormer drinking Whisky and smoking Pot when off of work.

Then I started having visions and dreams for God started speaking to me.

 

Then in my vivacity I started searching the cosmos for direction in my life.

I noticed as the years rolled on by for us the stars up above often changed

course throughout the ages but they always twinkled in the twilight’s horizon.

 

I was old and my heart was content but still I felt blue.

The thoughts in my head dwelled about you mostly.

I may never really comprehend this awkward eve.

You see I was given visions of returning to Eden.

So I reckon my demise is fast approaching I guess.

 

So in my mind I was having all of these flashbacks of

the times we had shared and all the things we lived thru.

 

All the tunes we had written or sung have already impacted the world.

I know it is time for us elders to let the next generation take over.

Times have changed so much and we’re now millions of years apart.

 

But now it is time for the people to see someone else’s dance.

Maybe if we heard the tunes that played on the radio of years past

inversely the stars light in the sky might have shined on us differently

 

We all wish we could turn back the hands of time past sometimes.

We all would also want to tell all those we had made acquaintances

with how much we loved them and how much we really did care for them.

If we could really go back in time and relive the days of yesteryear.

I would ask you for just one more dance hoping you would say yes.

 

His remaining reflections were on the reception after Christ‘s return.

What if we all could reach the other side of life at the same time?

If I could always hold your hand? I would always want to be with

you. Also I would want to share that one last dance with you.

 

After these last reflections this sojourner went quietly in the night.

She left a dozen roses for him being a assortment of red, yellow, & blue.

She then fell on the grave in the morning because they loved sunrises.

 

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[tonyv]

All the tunes we had written or sung have already impacted the world.

And let's not forget about all the poems we wrote ...

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

ty tony. song, dance, and tune is allimages of the poetry of lifeand songs song is the poems we read or theones wewrote sharing them with others with speach presentatuins, tyfor responding

 

victor