When I was a child
And the only crowds
Were the cornstalks
And the only threats
Were the darker clouds
That hung low on the hill
Where my dog and I took walks.
When did I write it?
When I was a boy
And I met a girl
I could not touch.
Lover of a friend.
I prized her dark curls,
The paleness of her skin.
It had no start -- no end.
When did I write it?
When I was a man
And I lost my life
And my lone friends
Were the darker clouds
That cluttered up my sky
Where I took lonely walks
Where my life and I had been.
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