Used to be
That ice-cream
Was made and sent
From the skies above
Used to be
That some coins
Were all you needed
To get some of that love
Used to be
That coffee was fresh
Was unpretentiously black
And could only be brewed
Used to be
That this goodness
Came only in china cups
Not from machines or uniformed crew
Used to be
That nobody could
Truly judge books
By their worn simple covers
Used to be
That authors
Did not just create stories
But created worlds and lives asunder
Used to be
That music was a gift
Choosing only a few
To inspire and move all others
Used to be
That ears could listen
To the daily music everywhere
And marvel at their wonder
Used to be
That these feet
Would walk, run freely
When we said, "come over"
Used to be
That these hearts
Were always open
To talk and sing with others
Used to be
That Love was simple
A secret language
Known only be lovers
Used to be
That I sleep easy
Through the night
To awake, rise and start over
Used to be
That I could wake
Beside you, thinking
There's no need to start over
Used to be
That happiness
Was what it seemed
Was whenever you looked closer
Used to be
Oh it used to be
All quite good
Until I started growing older
Used to be
We were used to it
But it's time now
To once again learn to start over
Sunday, January 30, 2011
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