Years ago when you were young
and I was young too,
I wanted to take you in my arms
and really ravish you.
However, you would have none of it,
and time marched on and on.
Now we are both getting on a bit
I still want to ravish you.
Only now, I can’t remember
what I’m supposed to do.
Old father time has robbed me of my memory
and I’ve forgotten what to do.
19 January 2008
PS: Before anyone starts thinking this might be me, it isn't.
DH
I'm glad that Vera isn't included in this either David, but all the same its a grand piece. There's a lot of things one forgets how to do as one gets older, sadly. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
You claim it isn't autobiographical and having met you I sure know that. t x
Like being disconnected from your inner-feelings of young love some-how, all very sad, but all well written David Love duncan X
Age shouldn't strip a person of passion or yearning. Enjoyable and fun. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this may not be you....but I bet the ravishing part was....hehehe