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