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