When Last We Talked
When last we talked
Our world was young,
But the stars were old
Or so I've been told.
See how they shine, brightly!
I'm delighted, and you're delightful,
Turn out de light
And enjoy the night.
My limited intelligence
Has a wider audience, perhaps;
You know, I'm an incurable romantic
No deep meaning in my semantic.
What you see is what you get,
My hope for the future, and you, as yet.
Don't let this war weary world beat you down,
We'll help each other, in the end, I've found.
David Oesper