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Young agoYoung ago we were oh so young. Youth, it has been wasted on the young. The charts, written but hard to understand. My eyes can see but not as clearly. Still waters, what young ago would splash. Yesterday cannot be re-written. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Weeks past by like breezes in through the window. Year after year we only grow older, faster. Young ago, do you remember the love? Glances turn to kisses stolen away from Young ago. Be mine, Valentine. Jars, filled with broken hearts and chocolate kisses. Are they still wrapped and in the candy jar? Taste the tears that she had wept. It was her smiles that brightened your life Young ago. Broke are the hearts that are not kept. Time is the relentless bitch that stands for no one. Young ago and what we know now. Richard Orszulak Jan. 24, 2015 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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