No Turning Back the Clock
Sometimes, I think of yesterday,
those young days so wild and carefree;
of fun and play.
When I could go astray,
and I knew nothing of scary;
and I had met love- my prince charming.
Oh, George was a real bad boy,
and this girl knew nothing of worry;
each day was joy.
George was no choirboy,
my time with him a journey;
oh, I was full of love and deep yearning.
I was so ready to follow him,
but, my parents said, NO, firmly!
Oh, loved his grin . . .
Those days, I now keep within,
my love feelings I had to bury;
but these are the days that keep swirling.
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June 1, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/No Turning Back the Clock
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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