Past Speaks To Present
When I first saw you today
I thought a million things to say.
How pretty you are, your smile so sweet
your manner of dress demure and neat.
You seemed ageless, shy not coy
Like the girls I admired when I was a boy
My life's about my need to sing
but the dangers that can bring
folk songs taught at my mothers knee
decreed my homeland should be free.
forced into exile I had no choice
but to give my countrymen a voice
My life was structured, all routine
No wild adventures intervene,
no chance to rebel, no cause to shout
my parents had my life mapped out.
I did well enough but now I could cry
for the adventures I let go by.
But when we talked, the world you knew
semed to fit my point of view.
I'm a stranger in an allien land but you seemed to understand how lost I felt and how alone
betrayed by friends driven from my home.
How much I wish that we could have met
when I was younger but I forget
that I had lived a life and it was done
long before yours had begun.
But oh the opportunities I missed
and oh the girls I aught to have kissed.
A single kiss then we part
Our friendship's lost before it's start.
a short aquaintence, incomplete
but where else could we ever meet.
Putting down the pen the poet said
"you can only meet, here,in my head
Copyright © Bea Rutherford | Year Posted 2016
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