Young William and young April <br />Met in the park one day. <br />Young William said to April, <br />'Why did you come this way? ' <br /> <br />Young April said to William, <br />'I thought I might see you.' <br />Young William, then to April, <br />'It's funny, what you do.' <br /> <br />Young April gave to William <br />A sweet, young childhood kiss. <br />Young William said to April, <br />'Don't bother me like this.' <br /> <br />Young April stood in silence, <br />Not knowing what to do. <br />Then young William turned away. <br />Young April, torn in two. <br /> <br />Young William said, 'Don't follow me.' <br />Away from her he fled. <br />April then, sat down and cried, <br />And wished that she was dead. <br /> <br />William never came again. <br />At least, for many years. <br />Fearful that young April still, <br />Might be there shedding tears. <br /> <br />William walked the park again. <br />It seemed just like before. <br />Wondering if he might see her. <br />Young April, there once more. <br /> <br />Young William never noticed. <br />The roses hid it well. <br />The place they found Young April. <br />The place she used to dwell.<br /><br />GREENWOLFE 1962<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-william-and-young-april/
