Love and Destitution
Memories of earlier days do not end
A time when feelings never seemed to fade
Neither we nor our friends
Imagined that future ways
Would be filled with bends
And callous trends
Causing wounds in our heart
Which never mend.
We were destitute then
But filled with enthusiasm
As we travelled by train
And even walked in the rain
Devoid of materialism
And yet without worry or shame.
A time long gone
When it wasn’t considered lame
To be in love without reason
Neither beneath or above
The emotional flood that filled our veins
And caused us pain when it was all over
And we tried in vain to stay sober.
Today we reminisce
About the days long gone and missed
Of days when silence followed bliss
With lives unspent and often sorrowed
In a world of no tomorrows.
Even though one’s worth reflects
What is hidden beneath the flesh
To some it does not replace
A handful of dollars or painted face
Nor Title, nor youthfulness, nor grace.
Many play the game
But the rules they have forgotten
They use their heart to feel
And believe they are for real
Moving towards love like a rocket
Whilst their life deep down is rotten
For real beauty can’t easily be gotten
Nor love bought for a steal
With that money in your pocket.
© Copyright Maria D'Alessandro 2012. All Rights Reserved.