Echoes of Yesterday

Listening to the music,

echoes of yesterday and memories of love.

Was I really that young?

Did life really have meaning

or was that just a illusion?

Looking at some photographs,

the sound stage of my youth.

Bobby and Martin,

whispers of the truth.

Was I really so naïve?

Good-bye was just a word

and love was only a game.

Listening to the news,

Hearing the same words

from a fresh pair of lips..,

And wondering if Nam

was really Bosnia

or is Calley really Sadam?

Did my purple heart

really stop the bleeding

even as it opened my soul?

Listening to the music,

echoes of yesterday

and memories of love.

Was I really that young?

Did I really believe

that love would conquer all?

Do I tell my children the truth

or just let their dreams unfold?