Forbidden

FORBIDDEN In thinking back into back then, too many things won't fit, the questions I once had are more like they'll hang on a bit; for love to even come along to scarcely be a thought, at this, the time I was secure then suddenly, was not. How could I fall so very hard something I've never done, when easy going is my style take life as lots of fun? I've heard of these things happening, but not to me, no way! I was the rock depended on and lived it every day. Then everything was new to me, the old so quick died out, and this old dog was changed into things never thought about. And if I broke the social norm, it was because of this, that part of me that didn't die was what I'd never miss; to put up front, and let it out, in all my honesty, to show exactly how I feel, the me that's really me. I showed you then in any way and won't regret a thing, my only hope is that some day your thought of me might bring some comfort to a troubled time you might be going through; remembering you have been loved the way I have loved you. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet