At the Time
She’s gone
No… she hasn’t died
But many years ago
We went our separate ways
And like the fool that I am
At the time
I thought it best
But that was in my youth
It was a time
When so many choices
Were available to me
When the road could take me
Anywhere!
And no
She wasn’t my only lover
I knew many over the years
Some I deeply cared for
But there was never
Anyone I ever met
Whose love that I felt
Was as deep as hers
Now I am old
Much too old to start again
These days
My mind goes through the years
Carefully looking at
All the lovers that I knew
Realizing what a fool I had been
These days it’s easy
You see
Hind sight is twenty, twenty
And in my minds eye
There we are
Going our separate ways
And like the fool that I was
At the time
I thought it best
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