Amy blur young

WHEN WE WERE YOUNG THINGS

When we were angels
swimming in the stars,
we were but boy toys
hanging in the bars

When we were divas
dressed in les Diors,
we were with shlumps who
didn’t open doors

(Bridge)
Looking glass, tell me
When did the view change
Why not forever young
Rather than cue change

When we were sirens
singing from the cliffs
we were a jumble of
“whens” and “whys” and “ifs”

(Bridge)
Looking glass, tell me
When did the view change
Why not forever young
Rather than cue change

When we were young things
slinking down the street
we’d ne’er imagine
that ourselves we’d meet

Now we were older
greyer each season
Now we are bolder
We’ve found our reason

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

We were asked, at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, to write a song… a chanson, a lieder, anything that might be set to music. This is a slow waltz with a pause after the bridge (at “cue change”). Songwriting has long been my business, so I guess I’d better pen the tune now! Also “in the margins” at my poetic concert hall, Poets United.  Peace, Amy