Once

Once I was young,
Then I grew old.
Young is better.
Once she was warm,
Then she grew cold.
Warm is better.

Once I was free
Then I was caged.
Free is better.
Once I could ride,
Now I stay home.
Trekking is better.

Once I had money,
Now I get by.
Rich is better
Once I had dreams,
Now I just sigh.
Goals are better.

Once I was happy,
Now I pretend.
Truth is better.
Once I was a loved,
Now I'm a friend.
Damn !

Copyright 1996 Louis J. Rose All Rights Reserved.


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