Poetry by Jeff Green

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The Promise of the Past

by cricketjeff on October 4, 2011.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Remembering the future in the promise of the past
      When all of our tomorrows were today
Two actors in rehearsals who are sure they’ve been miscast
      But keen to see the progress of the play
No life is ever easy but it’s better lived with two
       And I have always wanted mine with you

We met before the troubles of the World could touch our hearts
      And well before we knew what wouldn’t be
Our ignorance was blissful and we drove in fits and starts
      Towards our unimagined destiny
You told me that you loved me when the bus had broken down
      I had no ring but made a paper crown

And now we’re busy dying as our days turn into years
      Still looking for the spark we never lost
You laugh to see me happy and I sit and cry your tears
      When little wins demand too high a cost
I don’t believe it’s over while there’s lips that need a kiss
      Though not our dream the best of life is this

Author notes

I wrote these second and third stanzas this way, with a changed meter by mistake,

We met before the troubles of the World could touch our hearts
      And well before we knew what wouldn’t be
Our ignorance was blissful and we drove in fits and starts
      Towards our unimagined destiny
You told me that you loved me when the bus had broken down
      I hadn’t got a ring but made a free newspaper crown

And now we’re busy dying as our days turn into years
      Still looking for the spark we never lost
You laugh to see me happy and I sit and cry your tears
      When little wins demand too high a cost
I don’t believe it’s over while there’s lips that need a kiss
      It isn’t all we dreamed of but the best of life is this