When I was young

When I was young...
I met a man
a man who told me a story
of love and loss
to be honest it was kind of boring
I had no time
for his silly lines
of memories I had no use of
for I was in my prime
and had no time
for his contrite storys of love
and his loss...his loss
was something I had already heard of
millions of times from others just the same
"This is what I have lived young one."
But what use was an old mans words?
Why do I find myself thinking of his ponderings?
I asked myself wondering
for sure enough I will live it myself
I thought 'I have tasted this so called love'
and it was also fleeting
the pain in my heart, it left me seething
I hated the way it left me
but when I had it
when it was for me
it was beautiful, it was mine
it was all I could see
and I would shine
I felt free
I could truly be me
so I think of the time
when I was young
and I met a man
with a light in his eye
as he spoke of a time
that had began
and apart of him would die
at a drop of a dime
from a love that he had
that became a lie
for you I am dedicating
this my sweet old man
with your stories you told without hesitating
without asking if you can
Thank you

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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