The Night Is Still Young It Is Only Tree Thirty
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!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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