Empty streets in a town I once walked

A town which is fading

Or so my sisters say

It was always too late for us, my love,

Cold winds blew our dreams away.,

We were both born too early or too late

See, the scattered snow settling in.

The misery of a future when he's not there.

I look into my dreams even before you knew

I existed and all the twists of life tangled

Me up into this mess.

Who can foresee the ends of life?

In this storm of wind

Of being cold and of being young and of being old

Please do not tell me that the stars will not shine -

They are just God's joke at our expense -

Life is lent, not given, borrowed on a whim

Hoping Serendipity was

Mistress of our whole intent. But ill-luck and chance

And the remains of an old romance

Conspired to come into it too late .

And, then, there was fate....

A cold body in a lake

Love that came too late

To recreate oh!

all those blue-remembered hills of home.


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John Marks

Mon 15th Apr 2019 18:05

Thanks Steve.

I do occasionally, when I can afford the printing ink and postage!


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