Summer of 1929
The summer of 1929 in the golden days,
I never wished for time to move,
We danced around and undressed the day,
I held your hand while you held mines loose.
I wish I knew that “nothing gold can stay,”
Million dollar smile with dishonest truths ,
I never knew how much time could fade,
The summer of 1929 in the darkest days.
This poem is about:
Me