Last Time Around

by Gay Reiser Cannon
(Port Aransas, TX)

You and I beneath a willow tree
True to youth’s impassioned goals. Now three
Decades summon that lost world again,
Decadence and lust shared with my friend.
Dreams of such rich trust and such deep fears;
Schemes we boldly etched through dusty years.

You and I once rode a carousel
Through our passing rites. Hearing the bell
Its demand to, “Reach the ring of gold,”
Split the shafts of time and light. They told
Lies of love and hope and future's bright
Skies, before our lives could delve the night.

You and I must seize this fleeting chance
To resume the music and the dance.

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