In Another Time
If we had lived before
where would we have found ourselves?
In the countryside where roads were dirt and not tar
and skinned knees and elbows would leave a scar.
In the city crowded and buzzing with life
clutching at the task of living full of strife.
You were from the city and hated all the hustle
I was from the country loving but dreaming of Brussels.
You said you had been there and not once seen me
I was never there just in my dreams of what could be.
Then some how in the time that faded quickly in the sun
you and I met casually and suddenly were one.
How was that possible having grown miles and states apart
but who's to say how it happens, meeting of the hearts.
In another time, just a second beyond our reach
we would have never met as you disliked the beach
The city never called to me, so I stayed away
but a chance gathering took place at that pocono chalet.
Whisked into being,a love that stretched past fifty years
into what became the tale of joys and tears.
But in another time, a chance might have us never met
grateful now I live in memory without regrets.
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