Mad Gone

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Loves Young Dream - Poem by Mad Gone

Once I thought it was WE who were,
what some term as 'loves young dream’.
How simple and uncomplicated then,
as two fallen leaves, flowing happily down stream.

The rosy shades, reflected in our eyes,
as we mocked those old dull, structured couples.
Contented in their own inner world,
With passion long since lost upon life’s troubled hills.

We boldly made our destined journey,
and never stopped to draw a breath.
Although, we heard them often say,
soon this crazy love would end, like death.

One morning you awake and open up your eyes,
and memories of crazy love are all you can recall.
For you no longer are willing to part take,
in loves young dream, for you are sure if is so fake.

We travel hand and hand, as we go about our routine,
while the young in wisdom, look on and remark
how they will not be like us, give up loves young dream,
as they watch the dull old couple, with their shopping trolley, park!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 11, 2010

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