We’ll not speak of
once upon a time:
life’s no fairy-tale
with its sweetened rhyme

of make -believe
we’ve walked through
such trials and tribulations
they, I and you

no need for bouquets
or laurels, or fame -
only love and acceptance
that will accompany our each name

as long as the light still glows
and songs are waiting to be sung
we’ll not be overcome by shadows
our hearts will beat just like when were young




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