HOW IT ONCE WAS

Remembering how it used to be....

 

Just between you and me my friend, Just between dusk and dawn... Things that can come unglued and torn, Usually do, she yawned. Sleep is a thing that is much maligned. It's not what its cracked up to be. Sitting in front of the PC screen, 'Till wee morning hours....like three. Some may be lucky to feel romance, Like sweet loving music when sung. I seem to remember just how it once was... And sleep matters not when you're young ~~

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that is a truth...sleep matters not when you're young...yet i seem to get less now than ever...

it's that writing thing that keeps me awake most nights...but i must do it while i can.

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you for your poignant review of this write Jacob! ~Sharon

[Jamestown]

Well penned!
This piece has great flow and wording,
there is definitely truth as well, last stanza in
particular:) Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much James for a lovely review! God bless. ~Sharon