When I was young

When I was young... I met a man a man who told me a story of love and loss to be honest it was kind of boring I had no time for his silly lines of memories I had no use of for I was in my prime and had no time for his contrite storys of love and his loss...his loss was something I had already heard of millions of times from others just the same "This is what I have lived young one." But what use was an old mans words? Why do I find myself thinking of his ponderings? I asked myself wondering for sure enough I will live it myself I thought 'I have tasted this so called love' and it was also fleeting the pain in my heart, it left me seething I hated the way it left me but when I had it when it was for me it was beautiful, it was mine it was all I could see and I would shine I felt free I could truly be me so I think of the time when I was young and I met a man with a light in his eye as he spoke of a time that had began and apart of him would die at a drop of a dime from a love that he had that became a lie for you I am dedicating this my sweet old man with your stories you told without hesitating without asking if you can Thank you