Once When We Were Young

Once When We Were Young prose poem

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I think we should have loved some more,
Enough to satisfy a lifetime,
Once, when we were young.
We should have kept those kisses,
As souvenirs and parting promises,
For the dark days to come.
We should have wept some more
In each other’s arms,
Should have wept and sung,
Those songs more often,
Once, when we were young.
I think we should have lived some more,
Instead of wallowing in each other’s loss,
Should have learnt, swallowing the pain,
Smiled and loved more often,
Loved and lived for each other’s cause,
Once, when we were young,
We should have fallen in love more often.

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