It’s New Year’s Eve and memories fly~ Of youthful love and days gone by.
A fading memory from the past brought back to light~ Such sorrow cast.
Where are you now? Where did you go? The one I loved and wanted so~
I ne’er forgot the burning fire. You were the one~ My heart’s desire.
But you were one~ and I ~ another. And I dare not displease my earthly father.
So, alas, I sit on New Year’s Eve~ A midnight kiss remembered ~ I grieve.
Alone with thoughts~ my love, my friend~ Of something lost, That might have been.
LA Kirby 1/1/2009
I sat remembering the ‘love’ from my twenties that I have never forgotten. I was afraid to follow my heart and chance the love I’d found because my father had always talked against my marriage to anyone of the religion this young man professed. My fear of displeasing my father had a greater pull at that time in my life.