A kiss was all we had then.
We were not common men.
Not like those who'd turn their backs
on a begging soul.
No, never!
We were there, and their hands we'd hold.
We heard the rambling in the city streets,
where sophisticates would roam and meet.
We were like moon and galaxies far.
They'll always be whispers of who we are.
A kiss was all we had then.
We were not commen men...
No, not at all.
© Meme Wheeler, All rights reserved
Dedicated to my sister...may we forever be "Not Common" (April Nicole
December 18, 1979-August 12, 1986)
Author notes
Just revisiting some of my poems of the past. Some that I think may be worthy enough to post again on AP.
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Very good!! This is excellent!! I love the thought and the detail!! This is truly lovely!!
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