Sometimes in dreams my youth returns
with visions from my past
Cascading stream of memories
I watch until the last
The rebel from so long ago
reminds me of my loss
The things I used to cherish most
and what ambitions cost
In moments when my friends arrived
my heart would leap within
The faces from so long ago
and what we could have been
We’d sing the ballads of the day
and dance to Carry On
While love was coming to us all
in time it all was gone
How did I get from there to here?
Why did my values change?
If I could now go back in time
so much I'd rearrange
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All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2013
Wisdom
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