MAPLE STREET ROMANCE

The dance, the chance,
the way the story told,
the love, the romance,
under the light of the moon.

The days, the weeks,
the tears that were cried,
the hunger and pain within,
when that romance had died.

The thoughts, the dreams,
now to live without,
to accept each new day,
in misery, you'd like to shout.

Where, oh where,
did the magic go,
so real, for so long,
life had such a glow.

The truth, now known,
but is cast aside,
for no matter what you think,
no matter how you tried.

When all is let loose,
and pain floats away,
looking back with a sigh,
how you handled that day.

The life, the hopes,
you've allowed to run by,
too late you may question,
why, why, oh why ?

The life, the love,
we see it ticking by,
never to try and control,
never wondering why.

Waiting for that day,
for happiness to come along,
a dreamer in dreamland,
living life all wrong.

For the chance,
for the romance,
for the love you lost,
were but a day in your life,
and to forever to be waiting,
your life is what it will cost.

You can't depend on others,
to bring happy your way,
you can't sit and wait,
for what they may...or may not have to say.

You can't expect another,
to define your life to you,
you were born and you are alive,
living is for you to do.

The cost, the time, the tears,
life lost, you wallow in fears,
afraid to believe, afraid to trust,
the misery and all the tears,
have turned your love to rust.
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
August 24, 2002