This Morning I Read Her Poem and It Was Written Like This and I Like This

REQUISITE RECOLLECTIONS I recollect it was sometime between childhood and the alter You weren’t allowed in our club for only boys The one midst the leaves of that old oak tree from which we hung When we were young I recollect us changing, not year by year but day by day Each day we talked about disparate dreams Delightful differences to which we so tightly clung When we were young I recollect it was somewhere between one day and the next You went to sleep angry, I went to sleep remembering the music All the voices singing in harmony that we were treated to Lo, I fell asleep remembering all the hope filled songs the both of us once sung When we were young I recollect a vow once made midst pews and stained glass windows While staring into the eyes of our future and what was to come and what was to grievously go There was a time I would have let you in that club for only boys Except I excluded you because vehemence was victorious over vows I recollect it was somewhere between a thousand smiles but and a hundred thousand frowns And some men like me are born and bound to come out of a little car with a hundred other clowns One night We both vowed that we will allow no love song go unsung And maybe that’s what keeps us young © 2011.….~free cee!~