In those days before the wind <br />Blew away our innocence <br />By the shade of the sycamore tree <br />So we kissed, so we laughed, <br />So we were bound <br /> <br />Time in our world didn't exist <br />And we surfed through the seasons <br />we were lost in our bliss <br />Our nirvana; our bubble of peace <br /> <br />We didin't realise the music stopping <br />So was the Dance <br />There was this fundamental truth <br />Which we ignored <br />That death was not something you caught <br />It is not a disease <br />It is in someone you meet <br /> <br />Death is something more profound <br />Private and unique to every man <br />Our deaths were like tokens <br />That we carried around <br />And the very moment we met, <br />The clock be began ticking <br />and so when time came, <br />We died...<br /><br />Masharia kanyari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-days-of-yore/
