Love Is For The Young

As I breath this thought from my lung Love is not for the old it's for the young No longer for another love will I ever seek As now I am one of the aged and the bleak Passion and desire has been long forgot Now I don’t care what I have or have not Though I will fondly remember the days of my past When I knew of love and it was in my grasp But I did not nourished it so I let it die Oh love, dear love, to it all I said goodbye My days of romance they now are gone It is a fact that I awaken to in the dawn Youth and love was the music once played It was a promise unkept and a bed unmade The last song to me that will ever be sung “I once knew of love when I was young.” Randy L. McClave