A Day Late...

That Time of Loving

That time of loving may not come again

and so I've saved the old loves one by one

to call back when the leaves fall down

and winter covers all the town

and now is next to nothing 

compared to where I've been.

That time of loving may not come again

or if it does it might not be the same

the loves remembered, those that last

have caught me living in the past

for now is next to nothing

compared to where I've been 

and that time of loving may not come again.

-Rod McKuen

I didn't forget about the Thursday ritual of poetry that I tried to start a couple of weeks ago... just got caught up in some other stuff.

A friend gifted me a book of McKuen's poetry over ten years ago ... and I thought a man from Oakland might have something to say about the happenings right now.  Also, it fits my mood.

Enjoy.