The Years Ahead
“Why didn’t we meet
years ago,” she said.
“A beautiful love we are building,
We’ve many sweet years ahead.”
If we had met
On a long ago day,
Would we have known each other?
Seen the magic? Who could say?
The growing we did
In our years before,
Made us the people we are these days.
We couldn’t have known what was in store.
The days before and
The lessons we learned - -
The pains, the joys and persistent work,
The right to a perfect love, we’ve earned.
“Why didn’t we meet
years ago,” she said.
“A beautiful love we are building,
We’ve many sweet years ahead.”
If we had met
On a long ago day,
Would we have known each other?
Seen the magic? Who could say?
The growing we did
In our years before,
Made us the people we are these days.
We couldn’t have known what was in store.
The days before and
The lessons we learned - -
The pains, the joys and persistent work,
The right to a perfect love, we’ve earned.
Don’t think of any
Years that we missed
Time in my life has only become
Important since the day we first kissed
Years that we missed
Time in my life has only become
Important since the day we first kissed
“Why didn’t we meet
years ago,” she said.
“A beautiful love we are building,
We’ve many sweet years ahead.”
Ken Goree
Hmmm, this seems like another one that clunks off my tongue, rather than soar away on the wings of a song bird. I hope the message was able to limp away from the poetic disaster that it was catching a ride with. Kind of like an innocent, virginal 16-year-old girl that limps safely away from her drunken, idiot, boyfriend who rolled the car off the freeway while avoiding a pink elephant. She’s still sweet and innocent, even if she had been riding in the wrong vehicle. I guess I’m responsible for both of them, in this scenario, aren’t I?
years ago,” she said.
“A beautiful love we are building,
We’ve many sweet years ahead.”
Ken Goree
Hmmm, this seems like another one that clunks off my tongue, rather than soar away on the wings of a song bird. I hope the message was able to limp away from the poetic disaster that it was catching a ride with. Kind of like an innocent, virginal 16-year-old girl that limps safely away from her drunken, idiot, boyfriend who rolled the car off the freeway while avoiding a pink elephant. She’s still sweet and innocent, even if she had been riding in the wrong vehicle. I guess I’m responsible for both of them, in this scenario, aren’t I?
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