There was beauty, laughter, even happiness;
It changed to rot, weeping, and depression.
The bitter transformation from one black day...
Sons of gods, of kings – all dead.
The night was cold and wet,
But we had each other.
Pearls and feathers, and fans and diamonds-
Hooch in one hand and a ciggy in the other.
Such dancing! We danced to forget,
To celebrate, to escape.
Times were changing (as they always are)
And we were getting older.
Losing time wasn’t nearly as bad as losing love.
Wanting to be with that someone...
It must be hard being apart
Knowing the two of you will never be.
We wept too;
I think we all knew that at some point it would have to end.
This didn’t stop us though –
We continued looking forward, hoping for the future.
I shall never forget what went on,
And my memory is fading,
For nothing can be as extraordinary
As what happened in my younger years.
Now the lights are out;
The green has faded into shadow.
Sitting here, a lifeless shell,
It comforts me to know that someday
I will belong once again to the past.